There are words running through my veins looking for a way out at the moment, and I don't know how to give them one. I've just read something I wasn't expecting to have been written - not fanfiction for once. Reading always makes me want to write, though, and I want to so much, but I can't think
because I've got a cold and my thoughts won't go fast enough.
And I can't help wondering if I could ever surprise anyone with anything I write. I surprised myself when I wrote this
, but I doubt I really surprised anyone else. Cyber boys, blood, glitter, sex. Not like it's branching out all that much. Not sure why I feel the need to surprise anyone at the moment except that this particular writing fever was born out of someone surprising the hell out of me
. I feel I ought to somehow return the favour. I can't.
I know it's not the weekend and I've got no excuse for this nonsense, but I feel shaken to the point where I need to say something somewhere. And I've been annoying the people over on DeadJournal all day. ~s~
Besides, basically what this post says is "I wish I could write", and that's not too obscure once you get down to it.