Well I knew this would happen, but I didn't want to admit it. I did end up neglecting this blog in favour of pursuits beyond the Internet. Somehow the idea of a regular schedule when it comes to posting online does not click with me, which is hypocritical because I frequently harass people on websites like
But then something magical happened. I followed Echobunny's advice and decided to contribute to National Novel Writer's Month, an online challenge wherein everyone with a keyboard and an ego is tasked to write fifty thousand words in thirty days. I decided "hell with it" and got on, further abandoning the blog like a chump.
On Monday, I had submitted my monster, The Anti-Cupboard of Cassandra Dalton, to the site. It was 51,735 words. I'm still editing this; it's growing.
And then I had a revelation about this site.
You see I had set up my account as Private because I had a couple of short story excerpts on here that I wanted to submit to some magazines, magazines that frown on the work existing anywhere and in any form, be it a blog post or another magazine, before being brought to them for consideration. So in my panic, I boarded up the windows and doors and kept myself locked inside.
After finishing my NaNoWriMo story, I realized that this will not do. I need discipline. I need to be able to sit myself down and say I can manage and cultivate this side of cyberspace for a greater good. So I'm reopening
This is my early Christmas present to you, Internet.
Expect new things from me in the future. I'll make a hundred notes of it so I don't end up dipping my head in paint thinner instead of maintaining an online journal-portfolio thing. Not very professional of me if I keep getting distracted.
The bitch is back. See you next time.