i've been ripping a bunch of my old teenage-era CDs, which has made me feel a wee bit shameful.

shameful because i've discovered how mallet-ly relevant a bunch of, say, pop-era metallica songs are to certain themes in my writing. hahah.

if i were completely shameless i'd add such unsubtle songs as Mama Said or the live/orchestral version of Nothing Else Matters to my Stroke of Luck playlist, but yeah. *whistles*

speaking of Stroke of Luck, my head is back in that space of late (which is somewhat aided by aforementioned lyrical anvils). i still have scenes of a sequel curling around like smoke in my head, but am yet to figure a way to get it down that doesn't make it too contrived before i write anything concrete. I'm desperate to do it, but the desperation is warring with a wariness of it as well. I love the story lots, but don't want to weaken it with pseudo-fanfic of it.

Also? recently i've seen it spoken of in a couple of places, by people who didn't even leave feedback on the story itself. liek, i love love love discovering people praising my stories and talking about how much they like them, but the thought of people liking stories (enough to rec them, for example) and not saying anything about it to the author baffles and pains me in somewhat equal parts.

so, here i am being shameless not for the first time in this entry - if you've read a story of mine and you like it? please tell me. just, let me know. i will (shamelessly) love you forever.

I've been threatening thinking for a while about making a web-comic about what it's like in this flat, what monkeycrackmary and i are like when we live together.

well, i finally did it!

( see the first strip. thing. )

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