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Ew, the feedburner in the corner of the page looks ugly.

I'm going to have to figure out a way to fix that in the next few days.

Still don't know what book I want to adapt just yet. I wanted to try a book that hasn't been done yet, and that of course leaves Ray Bradbury out. The author of the blog post I mentioned before seems quite adamant that adapting something that one doesn't have the copyright to is a bad idea. Which sucks, because I'd just come up with the perfect idea for me.

When I was about 14, I read a book that was phenomenal and really touched me, oddly enough. And that was The Free Lunch, by Spider Robinson. Sadly, it was written in 2001.

So, I am back to square one. I'm going to defer to my Horror Writing book by the HWA, and see what it recommends as classics. Maybe one of the authors as some other not-well-known novel out there? I hope so.

And hey, wouldn't you know it - this blog post actually looks blog-y, what with all those links. I'm proud of myself.

Blogs, when used for documenting one's personal life, rather than trying to broadcast to an audience in a certain niche, is a weird little thing. How many people kept a diary or journal during their teenage years? And then, how many of those hid it away where they thought no one would look, throwing a fit when it was discovered under their mattress by a parent or sibling?

It's their private thoughts and having another read them is an invasion. Yet.. most personal blogs have within them the very same entries I would expect one to keep in an offline journal, should one be used instead. I suppose it's the anonymity - that always seems to bring out strange things in people.

In any case, despite having multitudes of other online & off options, I'm trying again to blog about... nothing - in the Seinfeld meaning, of course. In the grand scheme of things, it really is nothing, but for now, for the occasional posts, it's something.