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Timestamp it -- the Hiatus Continuations are done. Twenty chapters plus an epilogue longer than any other chapter to date. Apparently I lose at the whole concept of "The End".

At an average target of four thousand words per chapter, it's about 85,000 words long. Written in what, about five weeks? If only original fiction came so easily. Ah well; if it did come that easy I'd never leave the flat.

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Hey, it's Friday the thirteenth! And yesterday was my LJversary, though not really, because I started journaling in March, and moved it all over after I got my LJ on the 12th of April, 2003, which is the "date created" in my profile.

And uh, looking at my comments posted versus comments received...I gotta post more comments.

Commentary post-hack: As of this writing (November 2008), after the hack, I have 51,000 posted to 6,000 received. I look really awesome right now.

Anyhow, in honour of the day I have one more poem from Ellis, who seems to be prolific in the month of April. *grins* April is the cruelest month, and I've noticed that there's a certain balance of misery which, when reached, is the perfect fertile soil for writing. Too unhappy and the writing stops; too happy and there's no need for that escape.

I never said I was mentally stable. I tell people my poems were written by my imaginary friend.

LITTLE KNOWN FACTS
by Ellis Graveworthy

If those whose words come down to us
As canon or as measured verse
Are quiet as the common man
Regarding private thoughts, and words
Unspoken over what they've done --
The good deeds harnessed to the bad --
Our view of them's a funny one.
The public face is all we've had
For those who took up fragile tools
And softly tapped the infinite;
Of what they felt about it all
Betraying not a twitch or tic.
If poets laughed dishonestly
As people laugh and jest in crowds,
If writers wept for private loss
And never spoke a word aloud --
In short if they felt as we feel
(And who denies their human lives?)
Then we can never really know
Except for fictions left behind
What makes a mind as bright as brass
And our life seem as clear as glass.

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Man, I am craving a milkshake and fried chicken and a biscuit.

I blame this on the fact that I was writing something and fell asleep before I could get up to get a meal, and dreamed about my family getting ready to take me out to get dinner, except we couldn't figure out what to do with the giant dog they'd just adopted. Finally I tied him up under a tree in the grass with some water, and was totally going to catch up to them and get dinner --

Footnote. I would never leave a dog tied up to a tree out of my eyeshot in real life, even if he was happy, because I would be afraid someone would steal him. Tying him up to the tree was my alternative to their idea of leaving him in the car in the sun. Which they would never do in real life. What the hell, /footnote.

-- when the mother of my best friend in junior high happened across me. She's a huge dog enthusiast (or was, she might be dead now, I'm not sure) and wanted to talk. And then once I got rid of her this ASPCA dude was like "Hey! You should adopt a dog for yourself!" which I totally want to do, I love dogs.

So I said okay, can I see what you have, and he gave me this elderly spaniel who I was perfectly happy to take except that he wanted me to fill out nine kinds of form comitting me finanicially, body, and soul to caring for this dog when really all I wanted was a doggy test drive. So finally I got away from him and, depressingly, the dog, and there was my family, comin' out the door of the restaurant, asking where I went and why they had to eat dinner without me.

But they promised to buy me a milkshake, and then I woke up. Where's my goddamn milkshake.

I'm always like this when I get up from naps, by the way. I just don't usually post until I've had a drink of water or ten minutes to pull myself together or something.

Commentary post-hack: GODDAMMIT now I want a milkshake and some fried chicken.