Yes, second night in a row.
Just kicked sophocles out because I have to be awake in four hours. But I don't want to go to bed. I want to do things. This is time I can and should be using.
So I'm doing the little stompy boots dance. Just so you know.
And. Hey. FYI, since sophocles and I were talking about what goes into our journals....
Hi, I'm Shadesong. Mom, writer, etc. - go read the userinfo page.
I'm just zis girl, you know? And I write everything. I write fiction. I write essays. Every so often I write something that helps someone. But y'know, a lot of the time I write about what I ate for breakfast. Or beg for pictures of fluffy kitties. And I write about traumatic shit, too. Because writing is my way of dealing with things, it's my way of processing.
This is me. I'm not always insightful, and I'm not really cool. I'm a geek girl. I can be really dorky, too, and yes, there's a difference. I'm hot-tempered. I'm fiercely loyal. I can be a bitch. These are not things I hide.
This is what you get when you read this LJ. You just get me. Not many excellent essays like you get with theferrett, no hysterically funny stories like you get with scouseboy. I'm just me. So if you're looking for insight... well, you can choose to hang out here, because sometimes I say things that make sense in other people's heads. But I promise nothing, y'know? I am not consistently insightful. I'm just me. I overthink things and I love watching so-bad-they're-good movies. I love comics, always have, always will. I go nuts for pulp sci-fi novels. I write. I write. I write. I worry about whether I'm doing a good enough job raising my kid. I struggle with the epilepsy and the fallout thereof. I talk about the most random things. A lot.
I'm just me.
This is what you get.
I think I'll try to go to sleep now.