I thought I heard something as I cycled past. A faint...murmur?
I'm having major writer's block, currently. My LJ fic, "Ironically So", isn't progressing much. I deleted one whole chapter because it didn't make sense. It's supposed to make way for new ideas, but new ideas aren't coming.
Notable taggers MIA: Pei Ying, Rachel Q, Mary Anne, and pretty much all of my 6A classmates. Tant pis. (It's French, if your permanently addled dead grey matter in your head can't process that simple bit of information. It means too bad. Ditto.)
Someone help.
