Writing, it's my thing.

And off she goes. Number three in a series of short stories about a machine that tells people how they are going to die... none of which (I just realized) feature the main character actually dying. Hell, in two of them, NO character actually dies. I know, wacky, right? I think this gives me the edge over those other folks who probably have stories where some dude learns how he'll die and then does. 'Cause fudge that noise, yo.

In other news, my Mother is coming over tomorrow to see me get inducted into the English Honor Society. Writing, see... it's my thing.