I’ve just spent the last ten minutes cruising through someone’s blog only to wonder why there was so much focus on one thing only to realize I wasn’t on my dash anymore.
The real writer experience is standing in the shower and coming up with the most authentic dialogue with perfect phrasing and raw emotion in your head, then stepping out and drying your hair, putting on some clean pajamas and opening a word document to write down all your perfect ideas only to realize everything has evaporated.
Random stupid 3AM beer-fueled thoughts: Every time Jack gets a promotion he just adds another layer to look more ‘Professional’ because he has no idea how to dress himself. His first wife bought him his Pre-sequel outfit in an attempt to instill some fashion sense in him. XD
I was thinking about rhack and accidentally called my cat Rhys and my Dad looked at me confused so I posed dramatically and hissed at the cat and my Dad just shrugged and carried on what he was doing
Vengence is Key 