Some things just aren't practical on an airship.

If you mapped out my psychology,
it would look like archeology.

When I look back through my journal it doesn't tell me when I "discovered" steampunk. The first mention of it in the tags is dated the 13th of May, 2008. Nine days later I posted a snippet of silly bandom fic that would have fit into the steampunk genre if I'd ever completed it. From there it's all research and discussion and recs and talk of a novel I may very well one day finish writing with theemdash. (I'm being the slow one. I'm stubborn about Ideas.) To put things bluntly, steampunk ate my soul. And that's where the wind up begins.

( There was an old man crying in a clock yard. )

This entry was written for Topic 1: Winding Up at therealljidol.