momebie

Yesterday was a writing bust for me, which is silly because I spent more than half of it at home. Alas. I think I'm shaking this crud though, finally, which should be better for everyone. My last sentence yesterday was: Bucky disappeared and the door slammed behind him, but Dick was sure that there’d been at least something of a smile on his lips before he’d gone. That's nice and hopeful. Too bad Dick's about to get his ass handed to him by a girl. Don't worry, he's used to that.

But that was yesterday. Today we're moving ahead. We're shaking off our past shortcomings and pledging to make of the world around us what we want it to be. And we're going to do so passionately. Will you join us?