not quite fiction
(march 19, 2002)

listening: belaian jiwa innuendo, letters from wasteland the wallflowers
reading: rather disturbing amount of advertising articles.

This was written with the intention of sending it to a writing contest so I can hopefully be, as my friend put it, a published writer instead of an aspiring one, which is obviously better. But after a while I lost my train of thought, which is hardly a unique situation, and couldn't figure out where I'm going with it.

Plus uni has started and the amount of assignments I'm getting for my final year has finally gotten me to thinking that perhaps I should get serious about my studies. Although I'm predicting this line of thinking will probably only last about a week.

So I guess I'll have to make do with aspiring for a while.

part 1
part 2