So, I decided to pad my nanowrimo novel this year with fanfiction. I am enjoying myself immensely for it (one chapter of plot, one short fanfic. It's awesome, I've never written so much fanfic in my life), but I'm also feeling guilty. Ridiculous, huh? It's not like anyone really gives a shit. Just call it a stream of consciousness novel and I'll be hailed as the next great American writer.

Props to those of you who actually are sticking to the nano scheme legitimately! I applaud you as I am simultaneously disgusted with you fantasticness. Continue to rock please so I may enjoy your good vibes.



MEANWHILE i saw Emilie Autumn last night. Not my favourite artist but I'd heard she puts on a good show and damn I was not disappointed. Do I want a kiss from one of the hottest burlesque dancers I've ever seen? Hell yes. and she didn't loose one iota of her perfect make up in the process. EA definitely picks the cream of the crop for her entourage I must say.

THAT SAID, don't wear anything to one of her shows that cannot be easily cleaned. I don't want to give anything away, but trust me. You'll thank me for it.



Ah well, back to the writing. Ciao.