So much stuff!

Journal Entry: Tue Sep 23, 2008, 7:40 PM

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so much stuff!

fri sep 18, 2008, 1:58 PM

WARNING: LONG JOURNAL AHEAD!

_{'Wonderwoman' needs 4 more to reach 1000, help Manda out, yeah?}

Well the last four weeks have been a very busy four weeks - the suckiest bit has been not being able to satisfy my addiction to this place due to lack of internet.

But it's all good now, because the four weeks are up and I'm back.

If you've got no idea what I'm on about, I should probably explain, huh?

I've been at an apprenticeship training block for the last four weeks - it's just fulfilling the theory portion of the apprenticeship. The good news is that I've passed, and I had a massive amount of fun with the freedom of designing whatever I wanted, and not having the pressures of deadlines and a client budget.

I'll be uploading my stuff very soon, so I apologise in advance for the few things that are coming your way.

Well, it's not really an update now, but I'd like to say how far beyond 'wow' I felt when I saw this: [link] That artwork was a major achievement for me, and for it to actually get somewhere left me feeling buzzed for a long time afterwards. So once again I'd like to say dA and `Jules1983, thanks so much.

Now to the pimping! I signed myself up for this, and I think it's about time I passed on the torch to you guys.

The first 17 people to comment will get three thumbnails of my choice featured. The catch is, you must then post a journal and wait for 17 more people to comment (so you can feature them) as well as feature three thumbnails of my work!

Think of it as passing on the dA lovin'. Now get to it!

1. `shebid

2. =GoaliGrlTilDeath

3. ~illuminara

4. $Ikue

5. ~Paladin343

The Other Side of the StorySix hooded figures clustered around an open box in a closed hall. The box was empty of anything save a small, purple velvet cushion. The hall was full of the echoes of ancient voices.

“This will not do,” muttered the first.

“One of the Holy Relics in the hands of a common thief!” murmured the second.

“Such an act will not go unpunished,” promised the third. Agreement susurred between five of the six.

“But,” the previously silent sixth spoke, in a voice a touch too loud, “what if it chose her?”

“Do you doubt the wisdom of your elders?” whispered the fourth.

“Or the ri Why i write storiesPoetry is not my forte
I never can say all I want to say
Unless I want to take many a day.
That's why I write stories.

Poetry's too personal.
It renders useless my arsenal;
Turns serenity into a farce, and all
That's why I write stories.

But here I'm sitting,
And rhyme I'm fitting,
And I'm close to quitting:
That's why I write stories.

Do you comprehend now?
No more words to bend now.
Will this trend end now?
So I can get back to stories?

5. `LineBirgitte