The Mist

So I saw the Mist today. Yes, I went to see it by myself but you know what? That's okay.

I almost cried. So very close. In fact there may have been a tear or two.

Go see this movie. Now. Like right now.



I haven't updated in awhile. I've been through a lot this semester...realized a whole great deal of things, and yet not much has happened. I know that I want to go back to work at Conseco this summer but that I'm going to make a better effort for social things, for instance.

Those word counts aren't accurate. I'm completely revamping Skin and Bone. There are so many changes that whoever has read any pieces of it will hardly recognize the final product (2009, maybe).

For some reason, The Mist (which is phenomenal by the way) has inspired me to make my camp novel, The House on Hickory Hill, be the best damned book it can be. Riddled with emotion, struggle, and the supreme battle of good vs. evil. I've already written a few incredible scenes that I need to insert. Powerful stuff.

I just need to find time to write again. I got so much to do these next three weeks. In fact, I have to start studying for a test now. See you soon, readers.