Where I'm Hiding My WritingLong time, no updates. Well, I did post my first attempts at glass a few weeks back.
This does not mean I've been basically unproductive this semester. Somehow, between all of the drama that I won't bore you with here, I actually wrote something. Holy shit! I'm pretty dedicated to finishing it too. Currently, it's incarnated as the first four chapters to what should be an interesting work about guilt and loss. So where is it?
To be blunt, and maybe a little egotistical, I didn't want to post it on deviantArt because I don't want some little shit fourteen-year-old who wanks off to InuYasha to steal it. Instead, I posted it on GoodReads, which is a more low key corner of the internet. If you're interested, you can find the first four chapters of the work, which I've dubbed "Grip," here:
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Comments and constructive criticism appreciated, as always.
Lazy
tis Jess
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-Jethro Tull
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