Still recovering from a somewhat sobering experience on Sunday - a bout of carbon monoxide poisoning that's left me a bit shaky both physically and mentally, to say the least. I'm ok now, but it was pretty bad for a short while. I won't go into the details (and I'm not bringing this up over on Livejournal) - suffice to say that everything's going to be alright. One good thing about CM poisoning is if it's not too severe, you can snap out of it fairly quickly. Amazing what breathing oxygen does to improve the spirits. :/

Despite the problems, I still managed to get a fair amount of writing done. I'll post a word count in a day or so. Right now I'm debating whether or not to post the first chapter here. I don't want to clog up anyone's newsfeed or friendlist - I can't lj-cut on the feed - and I also don't want to bore people. I posted a small section on a private forum, and got some positive responses, but still... I always get a bit paranoid about posting stuff. I never seem to get a lot of responses. That worries me. Either my writing is so fantastic it's striking people speechless with joy, or... it's not. I suspect the latter. :P

Labels: "the ruins of love", mortality