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I have a week coming up in which I only have to complete three weeks worth of work. This is, in essence, a vacation. So to celebrate, I'm planning more work for myself.

What I really want to do is pledge that, through the course of the next week, I will write one new peice of new fiction each day. Sadly, that is not going to happen.

So here's the pledge: I am going to try to write a piece each day, unless some thing else comes up. I still have to work, and I still have a girlfriend, and a million other time eaters, but when I'm not doing something else, I'm not going to blow off writing.

So what does this mean to you, oh faithless reader? Well, probably a couple of screeds, and one or two actual writing exercises, comparable to the garbage you read in your creative writing course.

Pretentious, melodramatic, overblown, dimensionless, simplistic stylized garbage. Some of those describe my writing, the others describe my writing goals.

But hopefully, it will be entertaining, if I actually write any of it.

One final note. It shouldn't have to be said, but it does: While my writing draws from life experiences, it is not my life. I just deleted a rather lengthy paragraph about this but in short: "F" is for fiction and, as my grade school teacher taught me, for Fred Flintstone. Neither are real, in any way shape desire or form.

Disclaimer ended, please God let that be the end of that.

So. I hope I can produce something this week, and I hope those of you in the peanut gallery enjoy it.  ¶ 3:47 AM