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I think the reason I like to listen to Raymond Watts so much is that all his songs have to do with self-loathing and degradation, and when I'm in the middle of editorial frenzy I go through this phase where nothing I write seems good and I'm never going to get anywhere and "bloody miles and bloody miles and bloody miles..."

I hate myself. But don't worry. This will pass once I'm done.

That is all.

I will remember you / Will you remember me

Placeholder for a number of ideas sparked by angrybunnyman, some of which have to do with Idio, lieuwecaritas, and publishing. Will post full entry later tonight when I am no longer running around like decapitated chicken. Or at least when I have .. oh god. No. 'cause I still have to prep at least one other novel. For Idio. *facepalm*

WILL IT NEVER END?!