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As I so often seem to do, I'm back writing about writing. I eat, breathe, and sleep writing. It's something I can't not do.  At times I feel I post too often on here--that in itself is a form of writing--but then...I kind of don't have anyone else to talk shop with. Sad but true. I'm kind of the only person in my (extremely tiny) circle of real-life friends who doesn't have a life and isn't busy all the time.

( I blather for several paragraphs about writing. It's under a cut to spare you all. XD )

Hmm. I seem to have lost a half an hour thinking about all this. Oh well. Maybe now that I've spilled my guts I can get on with the writing!

~ciao