Beware the Storm that gathers here. Listen to the wise man.

[echoing_dream]

My writing sucks. There used to be depth and emotion and anguish and darkness and now there’s just pretty on the surface and faded bruises underneath. I want to write death fic and I want to tear my characters apart and not give them happy endings.

Someone posted an old interview with some of the Marines from GK (the real ones), saying how broken they were by the end of everything, how much Iraq had screwed them over. It made me so angry. And now I’m trying to figure it all out in my head. Maybe you have to be a bit broken to be properly calm in the end?

I want to comment about gun play, but I’m not sure I can get all the contradictions settled in my head. I’m toying with the idea of GK gun play, but then my brain reminds me of all the reasons why that wouldn’t work. Which would make it something of a challenge…

Nate drinks Talisker (which comes from

). If I get old, I’m going to have a spaniel puppy and live out there and write a book and be a crazy lady. But only for as long as I can climb mountains. If I can’t climb mountains, I don’t want to be here any more.

I love how little kids have so much imagination. They can just amuse themselves for hours with cardboard boxes because the boxes are really a castle and there’s a dragon hiding under the stairs, but it can’t see you if you’re behind a cushion. They don’t know that there are good dragons though…