Just finished a week long photo project--colouring etc. a photograph of my grandmother. When she was young, man, she was radiant. And utterly insane. Left home at 19 to go to Miami and date the son of Al Capone. If we weren't related, and I didn't know she had lost her mind and was rotting in a nursing home in Southern California, I might be in love with her.
One Scrap and one Deviation submitted. Both are utter crap, and make me wonder what my muses are on and why they aren't sharing.
In the actualy short story, there is a reference made to Edward Sideways. My personal collection of martian squirrels go to the person who can identify correctly who this person is.
Heres to blood, explode-y things, stoned inspiration makers, and...what the hell, more blood. Salut!
Whahey, just submitted my first deviation. It was alot less terrifing then I thought it would be. But then again, I am just naturally paranoid about everything, so...yes...
Anyway, heres to crappy poetry and conquering inane fears! Salut!
Entry Number Four
