What have I accomplished this week? Work stuff. Notes for original stories that I'll never write. Laundry. I consider these small victories seeing as I blocked writing-wise possibly for good.
Also I did that "I Write Like" meme and I write like six different writers. But I mostly write like Chuck Palahniuk. Indeed I am often writing in mind of what would happen if Samuel Rockwell was in my story.
Okay, maybe I'm lying. But I do really like Sam Rockwell. I just hate my writing.
Pfft, there's no point in angsting about my inability to get words put together in a non-shitty order. So here's David Bowie singing to