suddenly I'm writing a novel.
I'm very excited.
The prologue is done.
It's about a violinist named Roderich Vaninni, and he's desperate
to break away from his society, because he feels it's too mundane,
and too much of a routine, day in and day out.
It's a period novel, set in the 1800's in Paris.
Or, for now. I may relocate him, but Paris sounds good.
In any case, it's something to be optimistic about.








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If we can go to the moon, then why are umbrella's still umbrella's?
How are you?
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"And I know things will get worse before they get better, because that's what my psychiatrist said, but this is a worse that feels too big." - Charlie, Perks Of Being A Wallflower.
Hetalia= love.
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If we can go to the moon, then why are umbrella's still umbrella's?
Still working away at it.
Trying to think about how the plot will be laid out.
You working on anything like that at all?
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"And I know things will get worse before they get better, because that's what my psychiatrist said, but this is a worse that feels too big." - Charlie, Perks Of Being A Wallflower.
Hetalia= love.
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If we can go to the moon, then why are umbrella's still umbrella's?
Hurr hurr~ You crazy person, you.
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~It seems like Heaven isn't that far away~
I see london, I see france I see Jinty's shoe's.....
Prepare your bladder for imminent release!
I support the *dA-ScholarsProject
Alright. Sounds cool with me, man.
AHH. SHARK. D:
Yesterday was awesome, by the way.
Thanks for that.
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"And I know things will get worse before they get better, because that's what my psychiatrist said, but this is a worse that feels too big." - Charlie, Perks Of Being A Wallflower.
Hetalia= love.
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