The Hand That Mocked Them And The Heart That Fed

573 words. May be all I get today. The virus that my boss said he had removed from my computer came back today with a vengeance. My coworker had to re-build it...thank god I'm a compulsive saver and back-upper. It's fixed now, but my boss yelled at me and promised to fire me if I ever get another virus. I need another job. I need another job. I need another job.

I've been applying...192 applications since January 1.

Anyway, this blog isn't the place for such ramblings. This blog is for writing. I'll go back to my mantra: all that matters is the writing. The rest is just white noise.

May take my laptop home and try to write more there; after all, you don't need the internet to write. Helps, though.

Anyway, off for now. Maybe tomorrow will be better (both for me and my story).
All that matters is the writing. The writing is all that matters.


Working Title: Bryn & Mer: Nosce Te Ipsum
Word Count: 13,335
Writing Mode: Lost