Stepping back after my last post, I realise that I was too hard on myself, as I often am.

When I'm feeling low and contemplative, I tend to be my very own worst enemy. In actual fact, I think I am a good creator. I produce some really... fucking... beautiful pieces of text. I know that my words grab attention, and I'll be glad to extend that to my upcoming YouTube channel.

I'll write gorgeous little scripts about the written word--books I like, themes I enjoy, and Fables I adore.

I'll accompany them with clips and snippets gathered from around the internet, gorgeous old copyright-dead films with darling women and daring men. Sweet siphons of the energy they had back then, all of laid bare. I can't wait to hear my voice on moving portraits--I think it's going to be something else. The energy of a script combined with my own intonation, thick with nuance. I think that--even if the videos do get middling views--I'll be proud of them. And if they do get noticed, I can use it to promote my literature. Carolina. Grey. Beauty. The Beast. I'll be able to draw people into my worlds. I want to give a little hope to all the starcrossed lovers out there, to help them see that the world really isn't so--well, so Grey. But it can actually be full of colour, like [b][i]Carolina's Dream[/i].[/b]