When real things happen to imaginary people

Over there in LJ, I have posted a tutorial for the blood spatter manicure. Boy are people going to look at me funny when it's not October and I'm still painting my nails like this.



In other news, I have failed to get any substantial writing done on the fiction project for, oh, a few days now. I open up the file, write a few sentences, and then get stuck. It's not that I don't know what is going to happen, because I do! But getting the words out of the dark and cluttered part of my brain where they're hiding? That is a bit difficult right now. Which, of course, makes me freak out and get even more stressed, and that doesn't help the writing process any, either. Gaaaah.

(Really, I am getting kind of freaked out about my inability to make any headway on the project. The Self-Esteem Monsters in my head *love* this sort of situation, because it gives them an opportunity to slither out of their caves and whisper things like "WE KNEW YOU WEREN'T REALLY A WRITER. THE FIRST BOOK? A FLUKE. WHY ARE YOU TRYING, YOU'RE A TALENTLESS HACK." I am trying very hard to ignore the Self-Esteem Monsters, because I (mostly) think they're lying. But some days it's harder to do than others.)

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So. Should I pre-order the upcoming MCR album from iTunes, even tho' I am going to assuredly want a physical copy of the CD? I suppose if I get myself the digital version, I can put the physical version on my holiday wish list, thus ensuring my parents can indulge in the Christmas tradition of buying me music performed by pretty boys with loud guitars ...