I am so...

inconsistent with my writing.
I just read Twilight, and while I'll admit the first couple of chapters, I questioned the depth of the actual writing, it grew on me. I was up until 5 finishing it. Coffee is my sustenance today.

And I oddly find myself thinking in complete, beautifully fashioned sentences.
500 something pages of highly detailed first person point of view writing has apparently worked it's way into my system.

Now, to do something productive with it. How about a book?, I think so nonsensically. How many times have I purposed to pen a novel and made it through one painstakingly crafted page, only to surrender willingly within 24 hours? The answer to that is MANY times.

What to right then?

Fannie's Wedding

Not all my photography, because I wasn't the official photographer, but I put it together for her anyway...