I'm actually writing Illusion 5.4; I'm not too sure if 5.3's already finished but I just thought it best for my health if I wrote something about James and Anna. Think death threats floating about, and from my own characters! How weird is that? Better yet, how demanding are they?

So I was writing them and I can't believe how fast I was writing the scene! It was like the whole scene was coming alive right in front of me. I was maybe just as fast when I wrote chapter 4 of A New Life for the Wolf, which is out in FFNet, by the way. To all those stray people who's reading this and want to find out about A New Life for the Wolf, go to the animé section of FFNet and look under Rurouni Kenshin.

I'm currently on page 5, but there's a bit of cheating involved since the first 3 pages I think, I just re-wrote previous stuff that I wrote first for 5.3... if that made sense...

Oh, and I managed to add another scene in that Illusion spin-off fic that I'm writing and had a "dream" about. The kid's cute, chatty and all that adorable-ness, but I don't doubt that he has a mean temper. Better watch out when he has a tantrum.

I somehow got to thinking about schedules and all that.

By the way, did I mention that my best friend from grade school is coming for a visit? She emailed me and said she ought to be here in two month's time, so here's to hoping...! She's been planning this trip for some time now, and when she did visit some years ago I was in college and couldn't meet with her. She did leave me a note but my Dad kinda misplaced it so I couldn't contact her. I remember being pissed at my Dad for that; don't know if I actually apologized for it. But hey, he's my father, so forgiveness should be given right?

About the schedules... I wonder at the fanfic authors that I read who seem to have it all together and have updates on their stories on a, well, a scheduled basis, like every week or every two weeks or monthly. I admire that. I can't seem to pace myself like that. I write when I want to write and what I want to write. I know I should discipline myself but that just cuts off the creative juices, so to speak. Constrictions of any kind don't work for me, especially when it's about a definitely creative endeavor like writing stories. Well, okay, so writing school papers can be called fiction writing, but that's still different. You're working for something -- a grade. Me, I'm writing just for the hell of getting what's in my head out there. If I don't, I could possibly just stay in my bed and dream of those stuffs and what possible scenarios could work.

I'm bad that way.

Speaking of bad... I was in a violent mood earlier ^__^ There were some people throwing water at commuters -- it's a John the Baptist's Feast Day and people celebrate it by doing that. So there I was pissed about having an "older" sister who can't take responsibility and I was just daring those people to try and get me wet. I even had the dialogue down:

Me: Throw water at me and I'll kill you.
The idiot does throw water at me. I'm out of the vehicle in a flash and I'm strangling him.
Me *growl*: Nobody interferes!
And when the others question me...
Me: You should know that people say what they mean.
Others: But we thought...
Me: Piece of advice, assuming can kill you. Just look at him.

Me bad...

And this is another reason for my writing -- it lets off a lot of steam. I tried just keeping it in one time... I think that was the time when I actually had the blade of a sharp object on my pulse. But maybe that was well before, I'm not too sure anymore ^__^;; Come to think of it, I have a number of journals hidden away somewhere... grade school don't count -- we just wrote journals to get a grade, and we had to read it in front of class too! How weird is that?

But we got back from the market well in time for the Justice League movie that I wanted to watch. I even had time to cook lunch, which was, as usual, brilliantly made. ^_____^ Hey, if you don't praise your own work, who will? Be your own fan or something.

My nephew went away to some sort of boot camp. He got accepted to this Military School and the neophytes have to go to this camp to prepare them for life in the Military School. I thought I'd at least feel like I'll miss him or something since he practically grew up with me, but... Well, there is that sort of "separate" feeling that, heck, he's just not a phone call away anymore. He doesn't even have his cell phone and only Sophomores can have visitors. So maybe, yeah, I do probably will miss him, but not right now. Maybe when he goes off to the Military School which is extremely far away from here.

But the good thing about it is that he gave me the negatives for the pictures that I've been asking him for a long time now.

*evil grin* I have his picture. Not his, his, but his. Some of you don't know what I'm talking about so I'll just leave this as it is.

My computer's getting funky on me. It won't shut down properly! Was it because of the program that I downloaded? I don't know; I just know that this is a dinosaur. And I can't seem to download anymore. I hate that. It's forcing me to buy the CDs that I want to listen to, but damn it! The prices of CDs are just so bloody restrictive! Can't they do something about it? It's so high! Bring it down to half the price and people will swear of piracy. If the pirated versions can sell for that low, then why the hell can't the music companies do the same? So the pirated versions got some bugs, so what? Some of them people will live with. No wonder some artists support downloading just so the music companies can get their "more-than-coming" comeuppance. Sheesh! The market's changing, people, go with the times!

Whew. That was interesting.

I gotta think positive. So I better start getting into the mindset of "when" and not "if" which is bad, really bad.

I've been getting these images of when I used to play volleyball in the local league here. Especially the times when we went back to our manager's house after a very rousing work-out/practice and we got to eat hot macaroni and chicken soup. Hmm, wonder why...

Diet has to work. It just has to!

And what the heck is up with the formatting?!