As if I don't have enough trouble maintaining journals for the sites I'm all ready a member of, I've gone and joined a new one: Facebook. What an evil, evil site. It's completely addicting, and it's safe to say there are other interests/sites I'd much rather be addicted to. Alas, I've only myself to blame. I'm too easily swayed.

I've also gone and done something that I might be chastised for (at least by a certain someone): deleted a story from my FanFiction.Net and deviantART accounts. I originally posted it last year around Christmas time, and despite my copious notes and lengthy outline, I wrote as far as chapter 2 before hitting a block. A very, very dense and impenetrable block; that is, until last week when I decided to begin anew. It just seemed like every time I re-read it I felt deep down that I could do better. I'm never completely satisfied with anything I create, whether it be with words or with pencil and ink, so I chalked up my feelings to my usual overly critical self.

But for whatever reasons, perhaps the feeling of renewal (or redemption) that comes with a new year or the new anti-depressant I'm on, I decided to start over. I think I needed to convince myself that deleting the story and beginning from scratch doesn't mean I've failed - it just means I'm starting over. I feel confident that I can write a better, more engaging story; one that others will like despite the fact that it contains a character of my own making.

But OCs are a whole other topic and a journal entry for another time.