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And she's buying a stairway to Heaven... [Aug. 29th, 2006|10:20 am]
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[Current Music |Misty Mountain Hop -Led Zeppelin]

I think that it is funny how Alex said that this community wasn't going to die, but yet, look at it. It has died. Basically LJ has just died. It's kind of sad. I was looking at the entries and there are two songs, "Cyanide" and "Corruption Destruction". So now I have three songs, I also the lyrics for "Nothing". Oh yeah, but I mustn't forget about "When Matt Got High". That's a good one. I used to be able to go on and on about nothing. I mean, I used to have some really long journal entries and they wouldn't say a thing. They would be completely pointless, and then when I did actually have things to say the entries could really get long. Oh yeah, and my Mattman and Nick entries were always delightfully long. I was looking at that story today, in fact, I have it sitting in front of me on the computer desk, which makes it rather odd to type I must say. I have to say that I like it much better now that Leetaleeta and Christoph have been deleted, they may make appearances later. I don't know yet if they will, but I'll find out. I don't know what's going to happen next in the story, and I like it that way. Not knowing who's going to live or die, be happy, sad, or just plain disappear for no apparent reason. It's rather interesting to write stories, when you write them you just start out with an idea. Then the characters start to develop and you're no longer in control of them, they just do what they want and you help them out every now and then. You're every bit as engrossed in the story as the person reading it will be (at least, hopefully). And then when the story is finally finished, you're like, man, so that's how it ends. And it is so satisfying and you can't help but be ecstatic. You feel like you just read the book yourself, not that you wrote it. It is really great. I love writing a good story. But you can't force things. It just doesn't work like that.