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College life has finally moved into the repetitious stage where the monotony and boredom sets in just as the difficulty ramps up so that's been keeping me away from writing, for the most part.  Thankfully, though, I finally found the fiction section within my local on campus library and was able to check out a wide range of good literature, ranging from Cormac McCarthy's "All the Pretty Horses" to Don DeLillo's "Underworld" so hopefully my muse will be inspired by their very polished skills.

Also, I've been wondering if perhaps the way I write is behind the symptoms of writer's block that plague me on a regular schedule.  I've heard from other online authors that there's a certain freedom in non-editing stream of consciousness writing but I'm still a little... unsure if that's the correct way to go, as the end product (for me at least) turns out to be something that I would rather avoid looking at.  (Maybe it creates cognitive dissonance between my actual and perceived writing abilities. *eye roll*)

And that's all folks.

    Well, I'm back at college and getting back into the old routine (albeit a slightly more organized and scheduled one).  Going to class, visiting with people that don't do the whole long distance communique thing, trying to sound vaguely intellectual when asked questions regarding A) My majors B)My Classes C) Philosophical constructs.

I don't think I'm doing too well to be honest.

    In writing news,  Hoth is only about 3000 to 4000 words away from completion (and It's only taken 5 months or so to get to this point *eye roll*), the second chapter to TB is about 80% done for its first draft, THM chugs along at only 30% of its estimated final total and AA is still staring me in the face, waiting for an update.  But I did finish HeN (at least its first draft) which was a pleasant surprise to say the least.

    Anyways, that's all for now.  Adios.

The kids are at it again in their rooms.  Talking just loud enough that everyone can hear them, even at this late hour.  "Arias" is doing his stream of consciousness narrative(completely in an external manner of course) and repeating the events of the day.  Everything ranging from his Battlefront II victories (wherein he beat an all time high in kills.  Some number around 100) to the misfortunes thrust upon him by the younger one, Army. 

That one- the most coppertoned boy of us all exempting the teen- is lying on his side when I check in, baby face scrunched into an expression more suited for a constipated elder on a humid, summer day.  And he's arguing like a seasoned debater.  Pointing out holes in the other boy's story, making flippant remarks at Arias' expense, all the while increasing the volume of his high-tipped voice till it reaches the point I refer to as the climax.

Or in more descriptive terms- The point at which Mom comes to the doorway and gives them the hands on hip, talk once more and she'll strap them down with chains while putting a wooden gag over their collective mouths.

The silence that dampens their voices lasts all of five minutes.

And once she's gone and mucking about the house, they're at it again.

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On another note, I'm still making progress on Hoth though it's coming more out of sheer forward motion then divine inspiration.  *shrug*  Oh well.  Progress is progress.

AoW

I have nothing to say other then that I finally came to the conclusion that this web journal would be a waste of web-space if nothing ever came of it.

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Andrew