Want to fit? I've got to get into it.

Hello. It's been a long while, and although normally I wouldn't update unless I had a new piece to submit, and was in the mood to do so, frankly, it's been too long, and I was bored of seeing that old entry on the title page. That was a long sentence. Let's take a break.

Refreshed? Good. I haven't written anything, but I feel like something's going to come soon. I have a few ideas swimming about in my headplace and maybe they're getting ripe. I'm meant to be submitting for a magazine in a week, but they want something edgy, either in style or content, and my days of experimentation are long gone.

I turn fake twenty-one on the 25th of this month. I turn real twenty-one in April, but for reasons concerning my sister working abroad, and my mother's obsession with the fmaily being together to celebrate my birthday, I'm having a fake birthday soon. I'm quite upset by this. Firstly because I had no choice in the matter, and secondly because I don't want to be 21. Or a grown-up with a job (although that may not be a problem). I graduate this year too, with a bit of luck. And then to the real world, which is a prospect to keep me locked in my bedroom watching the Venture Bros on my laptop til dawn.

I'm frightened of getting old, or rather, the responsibilities that come with it. I'm terrible with money. I walk the streets alone at night. I'm thick as all-what. I mean, it'll be okay at the end of it all. I'm practical. But aging is a recurring them in my writing, along with pets dying and the word "vitriol" (an old favourite). I've been looking over a few pieces tonight. It's strange. The person who wrote them...it's not me, if you see what I mean. It's been a funny couple of years. But very much worth it.

And hell, if having a fake birthday is the worst thing that happens to me, I'm doing fine.

Modules passed, including the creative writing one, thank you very much. Thank you all for your critiques and suggestions. I found them invaluable, and so did my tutor apparently. I'm way behind on my reading and critiquing, which I hope to catch up on, and soon too.

I should be in bed. This has been an uninspiring entry. This is what happens when I try to force writing. Just imagine my livejournal. It's not a pretty sight.

There was a lunar eclipse tonight. It was very pretty. The moon looked red, and then disappeared. But then it came back, and all was well.