At this juncture, due in no small part to dA's uncanny ability to be simultaneously shady and inconsequential, I've decided to move my stuff into storage. Sorry, kid's, Mommy's gotta publish so she can get into grad school. That being said, I'm leaving up the crap that's already been published--that's right, all 3 of them. Woo hoo.

Anyway, no big loss, right? I specialize in neither prepubescent suicide lit nor vampire erotica, so I doubt that the absence of my modest ramblings will leave a noticeable crater in the rich, lurid landscape of our dearest dA.

I apologize if I appear to be a little testy about all of this, but come on, people. Forced end rhyme is not necessarily equal to a good poem, just as rehashing the same old cliches about love and death doesn't make me give a shit about anyone's personal plight...it just makes me think about day-old refried beans.

Are we doing this for intrinsic reasons, because it's a story that's never been told this way before and must be told? Or are we doing this to get people on the watch list or to snag the ever-coveted Daily Deviation?

Cultivate the art, not the ego.

And into storage we go...