Hi, my name is not Reg, and I'm dumbass. Glad to meet ya.
Yesterday I went into the city with my mom and two sisters. It was...an adventure. We went to the Empire State Building and I hit my arm on a giant hook on the 86th Floor, so my left upper arm has a nice horseshoe-like bruise.
I also took them to Times Square which was enjoyable as always.
But today has been a lazy day.
I've been wanting to write a follow-up to "mending horizons" but because I have to write it in such a way, I'm having a lot of difficulty. Oddly enough, mending horizons was rather quick to write; after I *dreamed* the main plot of the story, I was set.
The only real struggle I had with that one was that I didn't have a title for a long time. I was scribbling tons of variations until I finally put together two words that really worked and then gave a nice thematic element to the piece, which wasn't really entrenched until I got the title.
But this sequel isn't being as kind. I do have it planned out, which I rarely do, but I just can't get the words out.
And tomorrow folks, guess what I'm gonna be doing? Why, going to my school and bitching about the fact that my e-mail and access aren't working AGAIN.
The nightmares of going to classes are starting.
I need a distraction. Oh look, a floating plastic bag! I think I'll stare at that for a while.