I seem to have some kind of mental block when it comes to updating regularly. Oops.
Work in the Writing Lab tomorrow, so hopefully I'll get some more writing done. I've got a direction for the story, but I always feel weird writing explosions and carnage. Not sure how I'll reconcile those two. And of course the novel is only about 1/3 written.
Off to bed now. Hopefully I'll have some actual thoughts. Oh, I was reminded of my dislike of e.e. cummings in poetry class today when we had to listen to "In Spring" set to music. Twice. It's not just the butchering of English grammar and punctuation that drives me nuts - I could get used to it, if forced, and I can see the point. But the composer completely disregarded what cummings had done with the poem's form, which turned a bizarre poem into a lousy, sentimental poem with awful music to it.
Gah. cummings just bothers me.