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But his words, to my ears, were the whistling of wind
through the cracks in the rocks, where the foilage thinned
leaving only the moss speckled, snow-dusted stone
towering high o’er the trees so aloft and alone.
He’d have better luck asking the rock.

- excerpt from untitled long poem in progress
 

Alright then.

I have been distracted. I blame school essays; they create a situation where I strongly don't want to write the thing I have to write next, so I seek out a million distractions and establish bad habits that stick around after I've managed to force myself to write the things. Of course I'm also to blame for a lack of self-discipline in dealing with these essays, but ah well.

Time to make a conscious effort to write stuff. The longer I go without working on something, the more daunting the prospect of adding to it becomes. After a point there's a temptation to just start something new, but down that road lies a mountain of unfinished projects and a strong doubt about my ability to finish things at all.

On the bright side, I've been doing more art recently, partly to distract myself, and it's been pretty fun. I shall try to continue with that. Oh, also CreatorUnreal commissioned me to draw his RP character twice, and that went really well, so if anyone is looking for art commissions I am willing and able to oblige. More details at my FA account.

That said, my main point here is stop messing around, me. >:| You have cool stories to be writing. And one poem.

( Supplementary words. )