Hoookay, maybe I should post something, eh? It's been a few weeks. Sorry about that.

So, the party went really well. Despite Bry_M's dire predictions, I did not actually end up having some strange social faux pas nor did I break any gravity laws this time. Woot! Success!

I've been immersed in writing and schoolwork for the past few weeks. I've managed to crank out seven short stories and they have all been submitted to various places. Hopefully I will get one picked up for publication soon. Unfortunately, when trying to publish you end up having to contend with a ridiculous amount of rejection letters along the way. If you can't take the rejection, you can't make it.

At first, I used to be really offended by the rejection letters. They brought me down, made me feel bad and like a hack writer. But as time went on I realized they were actually boons. They helped me take a hard look at my story and re-write it when need be. Other times, they were just down right amusing. Like the rejection letter I got from an editor that was riddled with a few grammatical errors. THAT made me feel great and highly amused. I wouldn't want to be published by him anyway.

So, I'm sitting at Cup, a cafe, at the moment and about to collapse into a wheezing heap. You see, Cup is a coffee shop in the downtown area of Raleigh and it allows smoking inside. As such you have a gargantuan amount of smoke filtering around the building. NOT a good atmosphere after awhile. But, it's good to get out every once in awhile instead of holing myself up in the apartment like a hermit.

A friend of mine couldn't find the pesto sauce at the grocery store the other day so it was Nightbug to the rescue! Dun dun dun! I donned my cape and dashed out to the local Harris Teeter. I mocked him horribly along the way until I realized after the second trip through the store, that I couldn't find it either. Gah! Fate!

It was found eventually, but much too late to save face.