Ever had those times where you're so excited about something you can't concentrate on anything else? Who am I kidding? Of course you have. Well, you could be a miserable miserable being with no aspirations or even mundane hopes, but I sincerely doubt that. After all, why would you be reading this? No no, check that. I suppose if you didn't care about anything you wouldn't care what you read, either. Am I right? Of course. I'm smart like that.
Anywho, as you can probably see by now, I'm having one of those aforementioned moments. I really want to work on my book, but I have this funky little story rolling about in my head about a werewolf and a schizo girl who can turn into a wolf (there's a difference, trust me). It was, oddly enough, inspired by my watching of New Moon last night, which sickened me so much I just had to...change it. You know? Omit the vampires entirely, make Bella a minor character and focus on the wolf pack? I'm sure you have no idea what I'm talking about. Don't worry. By the time I'm through with it it won't look anything like the original story anyway.
Only thing is, I have to get it out of the way before I can work on my book. I have to get rid of my constant headache to do either, and even if it goes away I'll have to do the school I'm putting off (for this very reason) before I get to anything else. Thus, by the time I have the time and capacity to write anything worth reading my excitement will have waned, and I will no longer have the motivation to write. Life is sad that way.
Also, my Macaroni tastes a bit like barbecue. Anyone wanna hazard a guess as to why?
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