Wrote part one of the story I have been working on. I need to get it better formatted and prettified because my computer is trying to be ornery and fight against saving as a word file, so I can't have the basic things like decent formatting and the like; oh whoa is me.
But I am downloading something that will fix that on the morrow. I hope anyone who reads has a dark, mad mind like me and a strong stomach for gore because this... This is just the beginning.

Having a roommate sucks. They don't have to be bad, indeed, most of the time they are good people. But in my solitude is where my inspiration lies, and it flees when someone bursts hap-hazardly into my sphere of influence. It is most distressing.

For the past while I have not been writing much. But as of late my reading has inspired me to begin writing and now I am starting to write on a piece of furry erotic literature. I am not going to say much, and to be honest I am not sure whether the eroticism is the main focus of the literature or just part of it; I am just taking myself where my darkness takes me without filtering anything at all.