Things seemed to be going very well for the writing for a bit there, and then NaNoWriMo hit. You know what peeves me about that the most? I have a catalogue of works that I’m burning to get published, but every time the global call for authors rolls around I hit this solid cliff of writer’s block.
If I were a betting man still I’d put money on next year’s failure to produce, but then I’d probably do it just because the Devil said so. Quickly, to debunk those that might think I think for a moment that Satan may actually guide my actions, you should be referred to my views on Luck for the more apt reference, followed immediately by my views on religion for a complete lack of faith [ha, puns!] in the concept that the Devil could actually control me.
That all aside, insomnia sucks. The last time I remember sleeping soundly it was 2008. Ah well. There’ll be plenty of time for sleep when my heathen ass is burning in hell for not believing in the Devil I suppose. That or all the soul collecting I do. Ironic, neh?
— Vid