I've been feeling a mite burned-out on creepypasta. On creative fiction in general, really. Not for lack of ideas, heaven forbid - I've got a stack four or five potential masterpieces (snrk) high. But even proofreading, my usual specialty, has taken on the smelly gray cast of chore. Flaked out on the last couple of pieces I was asked to review - not that others haven't willingly stepped up to the plate, or that my discerning eye is particularly sought after.

Then again, this thing right here is a bold new frontier. Bold and new as any frontier left to me, anyway. Maybe I'll earn my bread writing quasi-worthwhile blog posts instead.