I really didn't want to upload a chapter of anything, so I'm not sure if I should show off my last product. I'm having those old trepidations about writing again, unsure if it's worth the effort. Yes, I love doing it, but it takes a lot out of me, and too often I don't get anything back. It felt kind of nice to hear a friend who knows me well in person say that when I work on something, it zaps me completely, because it's true. It may sound like whining when you don't know me, but when I'm done with a project, I guarantee it's got my soul in it (and the extraction wasn't altogether painless). Again, there's not a damn thing I can do about it. I move forward regardless; I just wanna complain a little on the way.

So I write this all out, I do my best until I'm happy with it, but there's no sex? No sloppy wet genitalia?!?! And so who would care? I don't know. I'm lonely. Weekends suck.

I'll get something out there this week. Maybe.