I was looking at the date I created my journal versus how many entries I have, and apparently I've had this journal for almost nine years yet I only have 544 entries. Pretty sad, huh? I guess my life is just too boring to update about on a daily basis.
I guess most of what I start to write turns out emo in my head, and who the fuck wants to read that, right? Besides, there are much worse things going on in the world than my petty shit.
Work is pretty boring and normal. Frustrating as hell, but whatever, what can you do, right? It's a job, yay. :)
Writing is going okay. I'm a little frustrated with my writing group. I saw a post in a writing comm about a small group forming where the people would post stuff they'd written and ask for critiques. There was a limited number of people who could join, and membership was closed after 29 or 30. Not so bad, right? It was agreed that everybody would get a certain day to post on, and a list was posted.
Well, I forgot for a couple of weeks to post on my day, which is my own fault, but I've been really good about reading other people's stuff and giving my thoughts, copy editing, and all that jazz. I finally
remembered to post this week on my day, Friday. It's now Tuesday, and my post still
has no comments, and nobody else has posted. I'm trying not to get too paranoid/frustrated, whatever. As likesthesilence
pointed out, they could all be on Spring Break or just be busy or something. IDK. I'm just like some feedback on this story I'm writing. It's a vampire novella, untitled at the moment, that I'd really like to get published. E-harlequin is taking submissions, and I think it would be perfect for that. Of course, it's not finished yet, but I'm working on it pretty regularly.
So, after a lot of poking, prodding and puppy dog eyes, likesthesilence
convinced me to watch Glee. The singing is okay. The only characters I care about anymore are Kurt, Blaine, Brittany and Santana. Everyone else is kinda "eh."