The more I keep up with LJ, the less I write. The more I write, the less I keep up with LJ.
There's got to be a balance. Somewhere. Cue angelic chorus. Lo! The Grail!
Shhh! It's only a model. No. Wait. That was the castle. *sigh*
And I know some of you are here for the fic. Which, um, I don't have a lot of. *rattles empty can* (And you're supposed to politely ignore that I just ended a sentence in a preposition. Maybe I can split some infinitives while I'm at it.)
Well, the fic she is a-comin', icumen in, whatever.
Sophomore slump. Sophomore slump. Slump. Slump. Slump. Slumpity-slump.