Music for frozen coffee-slurping suburban punks who drive to the mall in their mommy's minivans to buy Star Wars t-shirts and heavy metal key chains from Hot Topic on Sunday mornings. I'm sad that I'm crazy. I'm even sadder that you're stupid.
Saturday, December 17, 2005
A giant among Bobs
Y'know, I realized that at my busiest this term, I was regularly writing over 5,000 words a day. Like, consistantly. Of course, I'd get to a day every week where my brain would explode, and I would be unable to do anything more than stare at the wall and drool, but I was a fricking writing ninja. I know pro writers who bust out 2k and call it day. Freakyass shit.