Yeah, no, not a poet. In case you somehow missed that. But I did finish reading—typos, ahoy!—and I've discovered that I know how to write a very sad book. Sorry, for that.

On a slightly happier note, I'm almost 8,000 words into N2—no, it doesn't have a title yet—and with tonight's Fall Out Boy/writing session, I should cap 9K easily. Unless, of course, I get distracted by the snow falling so demurely outside my window.

No, I still haven't scaled a proper paperback cover. Yes, I know Lulu has these resources right at my pretty little fingertips. No, you are not allowed to judge me.

I'm also waffling on the edge of uploading Notorious to Wattpad or not. Really not sure if I want to do that or not. Like...then people would actually read it, maybe. That gives me stress. Because, then, people might hate it. But they also might like it. So I'm conflicted right now.

Perhaps it's best I just shut up and write, here.