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Current music:	'It's coming from in there...' - Cthulhu Mythos Investigator

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There is a certain level of Hell, right next to the place where rapists go, where undisciplined writers end up. In their heads there were worlds and events which potentially could have made the suffering of a few people on this stupid planet a little easier, but the selfish (and most likely unaccomplished) artist kept it all to himself. Oh, yes, he had excuses. Had to watch that great episode of 'Desperate Housewives' (it's a fantastic character-driven drama). Or, perhaps, there was some hacking around his system he had to do. In all likelihood, all these excuses are bad excuses and the writer deserves the tortures all the red creatures of the underworld have prepared for him.

Writing is about discipline. It's about stabbing yourself in the heart and letting the blood spell life on the page. It's about a lot of awesome things and obscure metaphors and allegories relating to elephant guns. More than anything, it's about personal accomplishment. If you finally get that Victorian/Lesbian/Airship love story out of your system (*IT WILL WORK, DAMN IT*), then you can concentrate on all the other funky shit floating around inside your brain.

- b4d0m3n