GuinGravedigger

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.      ~"New Moon" by Stephenie Meyer Somehow, I haven't been able to get this quote out of my head. I wish my time could pass as slowly, though I do not envy the ache of poignant, lingering misery that goes a long with it. I need more time. There isn't enough of it to do all that I want, to say all that I wish, to keep company with those whose words and presence I miss, to please the people I so desire to please. I'm working

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and ghouls, step right up! That's right, GuinGravedigger has submitted her first deviations since February. Hard to believe, I know. This is my new attempt at creativity, coupled with a minor psychological need to vent, tentatively entitled "Introspection: Like a Journal But Less Pathetic and I Can Pass My Odd Rationales, Strange Ideas, and highly Subjective Morals onto Others If They're Interested (Plus I Can Call It Creative and Thus Feel Less Useless and More Like I Have a Pseudo-Talent)". You can see why I've shortened it to just "Introspection". On another note, I've starting a short story called "Blacklight"

I have completed my sentence of house arrest and am now free! I'll be back online a lot more, and I should be getting my computer back soon, mostly fixed. I finally saw people this weekend, everyone is happier, we played in a fountain at Victoria Gardens, and everything is generally looking pretty good. Plus, only nine more Mondays in the school year. And I have real food now, instead of assorted junk and canned soup. Life is amazing. I've started a new project during my prison sentence, tentatively called "Introspection". It could be good. I've written up three or four and they should be up soon. It's my latest attempt at creativity and wri