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rhylla few nights ago, procrastinating again, i was looking for some old essays that i thought might come in useful. it was very odd, reading over things i'd written. because i don't remember writing them. i found some old short stories, and couldn't remember how any of them ended.
and, oddly, i wasn't that unhappy with a lot of it.
although i threw out a few stories and fragments - they were so excruciatingly bad - there were a few that weren't brilliant, but were at least readable.
and some of my essays do look useful, and are not entirely the late night ravings of a lunatic. some of them even make arguments that i believe in, and care about.
and, oddly, i wasn't that unhappy with a lot of it.
although i threw out a few stories and fragments - they were so excruciatingly bad - there were a few that weren't brilliant, but were at least readable.
and some of my essays do look useful, and are not entirely the late night ravings of a lunatic. some of them even make arguments that i believe in, and care about.
