hey remember that time

I ♥ my linguistics class because my professor lets me blab about my internet-acquired lexical items in our weekly papers. Also, the discussions are pretty intelligent and I haven't wanted to bitchslap anyone yet!

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I wrote four pages today! Less than I'd hoped, but it's something. It's going to need a serious rewrite because my characterization is wonky (by which I mean inconsistent, and I'm not sure which way to go), but I can keep the plot going, so I'm absolutely not going to stop and edit. Editing before I finish is my tragic flaw. Or something.

Miscellaneous: West Village H is apparently part of the Reddington Institute of Art. WTF, brain?

( stories I eventually want to get around to writing, recorded here for posterity )