The life most real to me. As evidenced by the preponderance of posts.
I really am trying to blog every day. So I hate when I don’t remember until I’m about to shut down for the night. Regular readers will know I don’t quit until my eyes are crossing, so waiting till the last second to blog is a bad, bad idea. Hmm. Don’t know what the word […]
Hate When I Do That Read More ยป
Still wandering around looking for a book. That’s three false starts now, but all of them have their good points, so I’m guessing the end result is going to be pretty good. I’m not even bothering with a word count tonight. I already closed it, and I gotta get to bed. The newest beginning, though,
Fumbling in the Dark is Fun Read More ยป
In case it occurred to you that the world isn’t nuts–friend of mine, a black belt, was locking up the dojo the other night. Dojo, people, as in, KARATE SCHOOL. Locking up, as in, he is an instructor. Some idiot tries to mug him. That’s just the mildly stupid part. My friend flattens the guy,
Just Another Example Read More ยป
I’ve been trying to blog every day. Especially since they updated things, and I can’t change the date any more. The day I hit “publish” is the date on the blog, even if it was eleven after midnight when I did it. (Yes, it is. Oops, was, twelve after now.) (I think I need to
Midnight Came and Went Read More ยป
And we’re off! Again! 3065 words on the new book. Whoohoo! And already a few things have changed. Sheridon Keen Faal became Faolan, I mentioned that. The other guy in the book was supposed to be Lucien Caprice. But I didn’t like Luc and Lan, so I changed him to Angelo. Then I realized I
Yes, I have noticed this blog has been a little heavy on the otaku (subterranean-dwelling anime fan) stuff and light on the writing lately. Deal with it, I’m in that stage, the my voices are muttering but they won’t let me hear them yet stage. (be afraid…) Besides, Weiss is cool! I got the manga/art
Weiss on the Brain Read More ยป
Brain dead. That’s what I am tonight. Not even coffee ice cream is helping. Sometimes the day is just too long, or something, by the time I get here to my refuge, my mind has already taken up residence somewhere else. Ah well. Holly, I remember you, I am that Sarge. AOL, right? Shelly and