It's far better than my norm.
I would be proud of myself if they were two pages that were at all useful. But they're not. They're two pages of complete and utter ridiculousness.
Why?
Because I can't concentrate on just one story at a time. And it's not just that. I had planned on putting together a few short stories and sending them into magazines. I also have short story I need to be fixing for the Leafkin Anthology that Sylvanopolis is putting together. Not to mention my novel.
But did I write in any of these?
No. I chose to write for my one story that will never see the light of day. The story that I don't care about. The one that has all the ridiculousness I won't let bleed into my other work (because, really, I could write shoujo manga). Seriously, there are a total of three people madly in love with the heroine at the moment. It's just a tad ridiculous. And this is what I write for. Pure, utter, self indulgence.
