Writing

I'm writing again, surprisingly.
(Actually, I've kept doing drabbles for HP100 and FMA100 on lj, but they don't really count.)
Some of you may even get to read some of this. If you ask nicely. There's not much of it yet, and it's a bit dark (I blame The Sundering Saga for this.)

I sounded very down the other night, and for that I apologise. I'm not usually that bad, but somehow lj seems to make me spill a bit. Even though it's not really private, and it means you can all see the messiness inside my head. I don't like messiness. That's why I lock it all away most of the time.

I think I've become quieter the last month, or rather when I'm loud it's because I'm forcing it. I don't like it because being loud is what I do. It's sort of my defining characteristic - if I wasn't as loud as I (usually) am, I'd probably only be half as annoying.

I want to be loud again. Somehow it feels like when I'm loud again everything will be alright. Even if it bursts Emma's poor eardrums with my terrible multi-frequency shouting.

Teaser from writing, just for my personal kicks:
Everyone has their dirty little secrets.
Even me.

((Woo, that was long, wasn't it?))