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Why do I do these things to myself?
May. 24th, 2012 10:33 amBusssssssy. Continuing revision on the zombie screenplay, started revision on the TV pilot - I finished the rough draft on that months ago, but never went back to clean up/rewrite scenes from the first two acts that needed changing after I wrote the rest/etc. Always do things when the ideas are fresh in your heads, kids! I'm also pondering writing a Game of Thrones spec in the next week - TV specs always are much faster to hashout, so I think I can do it if I really sit down and write this weekend. Last year, for instance, I wrote a Fringe spec over three days that turned out pretty good, I think.
But anyway, yeah. Busy. Haven't really checked my flist much lately, responded to comments as much as I would like, or done my usual internet things. However, yesterday I found time to read a scary story over on reddit, and guys. GUYS. Like, I am an atheist and a skeptic and all that, but I scare myself so easily with paranormal stuff, it's dumb. And I knew - I KNEW - while I was reading that I was going to have a fun night, and boy howdy. This is the first chapter, and warning: there is some very graphic violence and imagery in the first two chapters (like, I read and write a lot of horror and I was taken aback), so if that's not your thing, then avoid. But if you like scary stuff and creepypasta and the like, then I can't recommend this highly enough.
'Cause last night? I was rill scurred for rill. You never hear more noises in your house than when it's late at night and you're staring bug-eyed into the dark, sheet up to your chin, trying to hear noises. I eventually got up and turned my computer monitor back on at 3:30am after laying there forever just getting more and more freaked out. UGH. So I'm feeling okay now - sorta punchy - but I'm really going to feel it this afternoon, because I got like three hours of sleep.
AND I JUST OPENED UP A TAB TO KEEP READING THIS THING. I AM THAT DUMB. (It's so scarrrrrry though.)
(Someone else will end up reading it and be like, bzuh? This isn't scary at all!)
But anyway, yeah. Busy. Haven't really checked my flist much lately, responded to comments as much as I would like, or done my usual internet things. However, yesterday I found time to read a scary story over on reddit, and guys. GUYS. Like, I am an atheist and a skeptic and all that, but I scare myself so easily with paranormal stuff, it's dumb. And I knew - I KNEW - while I was reading that I was going to have a fun night, and boy howdy. This is the first chapter, and warning: there is some very graphic violence and imagery in the first two chapters (like, I read and write a lot of horror and I was taken aback), so if that's not your thing, then avoid. But if you like scary stuff and creepypasta and the like, then I can't recommend this highly enough.
'Cause last night? I was rill scurred for rill. You never hear more noises in your house than when it's late at night and you're staring bug-eyed into the dark, sheet up to your chin, trying to hear noises. I eventually got up and turned my computer monitor back on at 3:30am after laying there forever just getting more and more freaked out. UGH. So I'm feeling okay now - sorta punchy - but I'm really going to feel it this afternoon, because I got like three hours of sleep.
AND I JUST OPENED UP A TAB TO KEEP READING THIS THING. I AM THAT DUMB. (It's so scarrrrrry though.)
(Someone else will end up reading it and be like, bzuh? This isn't scary at all!)
