silveryscrape (silveryscrape) wrote,
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the fruit is calling from the trees

So, in a burst of hatred creativity I rearranged all the paragraphs in my story (you know the one I'm talking about, lilysaid). Suddenly, amazingly, it sucks less. Fabulous. I really thought this one was going in the bin.

Luckily, I just don't think I'm gonna be writer enough for the JC/dog fic. Thank god. Not that I ever considered it for a second. Because, really.

Time to put "Dead Man's Party" on infinite repeat, in honor of the day, and fuck around write.
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