My Other Half

Now I've done it. I've personified my internal critic. It was entirely the fault of a writing exercise. I've decided that my internal critic is a gay male and he is SO hard to please when it comes to reading or writing. He's the part of me that's the spelling and grammar nazi that I'm sure drives all my friends up the wall. He's the part that won't let me enjoy anything I read, and is such a bitch when I try to write something. I think he also has ADD. The good news is he's great for my writing career. I just need to get him to shut up when I'm writing, so I can get something done. His job is to rewrite the thing, not to tell me how stupid that last sentence sounded.

By the way, I'm home again. I've already bought Pirates 2 and Superman Returns and am dying over Eragon coming out this Friday. I've been waiting for this since April. My computer has an Eragon desktop, an Eragon screensaver, and I'm using an Eragon icon (several, actually) for Messenger. I really want to write something, but I don't have any stories ready so I'm doing writing exercises. By now I'm almost completely recovered from exams and I can nearly think straight again. Or as straight I can on a good day.