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Have finally begun the last chapter of Home. What is it about writing lately that I find it an almost painful process rather than the release, the joy, it normally is? And even before, it wasn't always such a pleasurable experience, but at least it felt like I had finally stumbled upon what I was meant to do for the rest of my life.

Now I feel like a major hack who should give up the ghost and move on. Over fan-fucking-fiction. Yeah, self-indulgent whining is done.

To leave you with one of the funniest thigs I've read in awhile: Farewell, Lil' Tupac. This is the blog of a friend of a friend.