i'm steff, and i'll be your pilot

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hey, kids.

i've had the most exhilerating week in a long time. all writing, all the time. eight out of nine days off, and writing for at least two hours a day. (six hrs, some days.)

i haven't gotten this amount of decent writing in one bunch since the summer of '98. i remember that, it was a heatwave like this, too. it's brilliantly good to have a creative streak that pans out for you. it's so gratifying.

let's call it, "the great summer of the litgasm." works for me.

so, i'm having a terrific time. writing the piece below, on mom, was an incredible experience. i'm not sure i've ever been that honest on the page.

it was, essentially, an emotional enema, for lack of a better descriptor.

(there was another chunk that long that was not, and never will be, posted, and it got pretty intense in there. one day, it will sneak out in the guise of fiction, but some of that is so raw i'll never want to own it.

there's something wonderful about being able to dress your worst self up in the finer garb of fiction and calling it art.)

and tomorrow, i start something new and exciting. i'm beginning a very enigmatic one-month program, a journey of artistic discovery, that i feel could not have ever arrived at a better time for me. i'm as giddy as a schoolgirl, to tell the truth.

(it's covered by the government as part of employment insurance. these days, they're tailoring job-finding/creating programs towards disciplines of all kinds. thus, even artists get special treatment these days. it's a much-lauded, much-respected peer-mentoring workshop. should be groovy.)

with any luck, there will be hot men. unlikely, but one can hope. seeing as they're all artists, the creativity in that room probably abounds -- so too the frustration of being creatively challenged. nothing like people with something to prove.

but it's said to be a demanding, emotionally exhausting four weeks that has a profound effect on your artistic mentality and your drive to pursue your ambitions. i'm not sure i've ever been hungrier for it. things are going well, it's a great week for me.

for you, dear readers, i don't know what it holds. i may need an artistic outlet more than ever, or i may dry up. or something in between. can't make promises. but i'm hoping for needing an outlet, honestly. this ride's too damned fun to get off now.

(despite the moodiness of the last two pieces. you gets what you gets, my friends.)

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love and laughs,
s.

ps: oh, and i've got a new template designed that the magnificent digitalicat is tweaking for me. once he has the time to whip the bugs into shape, it'll be put up pronto. it's quite brighter and cheerier than this one, and a little more minimalistic, but with pop-culture colour scheme. and the cool shit? i've designed about 6 different custom banners i can switch out at my leisure.

still working on creating a masterpiece one, but i'm also trying to create cold fusion, and that's not going so well either.