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I have had the first line "I'm a reality adjustor in Newark" floating around in my head for...sheesh. Years now, I guess, because I know that I was still going to ACC when it hit. I tried a few different approaches to make it an actual story, now and again, and have paragraph chunks sitting around. They didn't really take. I knew the two main characters, but the setting--and the meaning of that phrase--kept shifting on me. And I didn't really have a plot.

I got up this morning and wrote the story. Hour and a half of writing time, two years of thinking time. That's apparently how it works for me. And I'm pretty happy with it, even; it'll need some editing for clarity and elegance (and emotional impact, which I still suck at), but...it has a plot. It has character development. I like it.

For the first time in a month, I feel like a writer. I write things! See? I wrote a thing!

And now I need to pack up and run to catch the bus for my Latin class.