U-P-D-A-T-E!
Honestly, how many of you lovely reviewers saw this in your inbox, & all your thoughts shot to, "OMG! I'm not a creeper!" or something along those lines. LMFAO, I love you guys, really. Every review is like warm cuddly hug from a friend.
But…('Not the but, anything but the but!'… 'He touched the butt. :O'), I find myself spurning up awesome ideas for new chapters of Oh, Baby! at school & I'm like, "Okay, I'll write that down when I get home. Simple enough, right?"
Wrong, apparently. Because every time I sit down to vent said awesome ideas, I find myself staring at a blank word document for at least an hour before I give up the hope that I'll actually accomplish something. Needless to say, I most likely won't.
Also, school & friends have been giving me grief. I've actually managed to achieve something that resembles a life ('cause I was severely lacking one previously), and of course, I just recently handed in a book report, only to be bombarded with two more for the second semester. & I should be sketching out the rough draft of my Edgar Allan Poe report (we've got to persuade people to think he's either a lunatic or a genius - I chose genius), but of course, I come to make another try at the new chapter.
See, the thing with me is, I've already decided most of what's going to happen (like seventy five percent - I was going to let my fingers decide the rest), but I cannot figure out how the heck to start it or lead into it or whatever. There is a huge block in my brain that's got, "Ha, I'll be preventing you from writing for a while," written in graffiti all over it, and it's pissing me off!
Did I mention that I'm not allowed on the computer? Yeah, that's a big contributing factor to the big ol' equation. The only computers I can use are school computers (which don't have access to Fanfiction, ahem), & computer's at friends houses. But since I'm not going to type away while I'm with my friends…
I can't tell you how much it breaks my heart that I haven't updated in…what, a month, right? And now I'm dropping all this onto your laps. I know I will be finishing this story, though I have zero faith in my self. Don't get me wrong, I am not giving up. I will finish this story, even if takes seventy years, and I'm eighty three and senile. I just hope you guys can have some patience, because I don't want you guys to give up on me.
Also, my birthday & a friend's birthday fall on the same weekend (mine's December 11th, his is December 12th), & I'm thinking a big par-tay in the house (sorry, nerd alert). So, I've kicked into planning mode.
As you can see, I've got a semi busy life & that nagging block up in my cranium. I feel terrible, like verge of tears terrible, & though I know I'll be updating, I don't know how soon THAT will be, what with the holidays right around the corner. I came home to Christmas music on the sodding television. How depressing is that?
OOOOH; I'm also working on like several individual projects, though they all suck, thanks to that block. I just came up with ideas, & that's basically all I've got. Again, I'm feeling terrible. Unbearably terrible. My heart hurts):
For the fiftieth time, I WILL FINISH THIS STORY! Don't think for one second that I will give up quite so easily. I'm not a giver-upper, no-sir-ee. Be expecting an update, I just can't promise it'll be soon. Or maybe it will be. Who knows?
Also, no ones been updating lately. That's just depressing, 'cause I'm in love with this HP story (So You Think You're a Masochist), & it's been FOHEVA! I'm such an impatient person.
I also ramble a lot, (clearly), so I think I'll end this here. I mean, I swerve so far from the topic sometime. Just jump up and down and cheer, "You are swerving, you, you are swerving!" (Fired up! :D) & I'll jump back into the topic in no time.
I'm sorry (for the four hundredth time), please forgive my lack of updates. (Also, I'm sorry Ms. Naduea (my French teacher) is such a [insert bad word], because thanks to her, she let us out late last period, & in a hurry to get to my bus ['cause Ally was chanting, "Hurry! Let's go!" in my ear], I left my social studies homework in my locker, & now instead of playing spoons like we do every homeroom, I have to do my homework.)
"You are swerving, you, you are swerving!"
Sorry. (Again, again, again…)
(evil side interruption: luunasonshine's sure if you review, she'll update this much quicker. Muahahahaha. Cough.)
-- luunasonshine.