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Notes from March 29, 2012:
Mar. 29th, 2012 11:59 pmWhat happens when Max goes to college? ASU? GCC?
How does the breakup happen?
Max goes off to college, drifts out of contact, eventually he does not have quality time, priorities, mild angst.
There is a formal "breakup" but there is ex-sex.
THE DOCTOR TIMEYWIMEY BING WHEN THERE'S STUFF IS THE ANTITHESIS OF INFODUMP!
Ex-sex: Amber gets knocked up = Morgan. This explains why Susan was knocking heads together. Did they talk about kids? Raven stopped having sex with Max already.
How does the breakup happen?
Max goes off to college, drifts out of contact, eventually he does not have quality time, priorities, mild angst.
There is a formal "breakup" but there is ex-sex.
THE DOCTOR TIMEYWIMEY BING WHEN THERE'S STUFF IS THE ANTITHESIS OF INFODUMP!
Ex-sex: Amber gets knocked up = Morgan. This explains why Susan was knocking heads together. Did they talk about kids? Raven stopped having sex with Max already.
2:33 AM 6/24/2010
One of the things I like about the White Collar fics that I've been reading: El is enjoying herself with her men, and no one, but no one -- not her, not Peter, not Neal, not the authors -- think that she should be ashamed of herself for wanting what she wants and getting what she wants and getting what she hardly allowed herself to dream of wanting.
Now *that's* the kind of escapist porn I like.
5:01 PM 6/25/2010
Adventures with an elderly black lab mix: apparently that loaf of v. tasty Trader Joe's sourdough was not far enough out of harm's way, as harm dragged it off the counter and chewed on it while I was out retrieving the laptop, which I'd forgotten at home in my clatter to get out and here. Heh. I just hope that harm's digestion is not adversely affected.
5:48 PM 6/25/2010
Called parents early this afternoon, chatted for nearly an hour. We think in quite a few of the same ways, a lot of the time.
6:44 PM 6/26/2010
Harm's digestion seems fine. Spent part of today over at my aunt's for dog supervision. The other day Dazzle and Deacon were playing, and Deacon fell and went down hard, so they can't play unsupervised anymore, given Deacon's rear end failure.
Then I came back, got a bite to eat, walked Harm (not his actual name), fed Harm, let him out, let him back in, and talked to Kat, who is having Gutter Woes.ND folks, she could use a hand getting Mr. Gutter and Mr. House talking again. [A helpful neighbor helped her out.]
Sounding: you're doing it wrong. If you are not aware of "sounding" as a sexual practice, this link will inform you. May be scarring to babyfish (in other words, my dear babyfish, do not click this).
9:57 PM 6/26/2010
So, on Twitter, one of my associates wanted to know who would make the best human vuvuzela. I obliged by putting my brass training together with a circle made of thumb and forefinger, and a voice post.
11:31 PM 6/27/2010
Today involved Pride. Sometimes public events with great huge crowds of people are my thing, and sometimes they are not. Given that my left knee is feeling more gimpy than usual, and since I am dogsitting I do not like to leave the dog home alone for any significant length of time, that was a not-my-thing-this-week for me. I did, however, enjoy myself, as there was a late-afternoon-into-evening-into-night mini-marathon of MythBusters episodes on the Discovery channel, and I called the best friend and we giggled at each other and made bad puns back and forth (as per usual). Advised him of my Geek Walk of Shame, and the Towing Horror. There are some things we don't agree on, but some things we very much do. <3
12:18 AM 6/28/2010
"7 things about #mythbusters that science can't explain" (from http://linkbaitgenerator.com/index.php via @MrsGneissGirl) sounds like a fic title.
My brain is making me expound upon stuff. It's stuff that isn't quite finished, and in any case it would be lolno timing (entirely by coincidence, actually), but my brain is saying things upon it, and so I write, and eventually it will emerge. Although I repeat that I am not Denys Nye, even though my files are ... maybe starting to look a little like his in places. But still. NOT. (Please don't give me the replicate of a mentor of mine to raise. That would be a bad plan.)
OH DEAR GOODNESS. The next one I got? "6 depraved sexual fetishes involving the MythBusters" PLEH PLEH PLEH RUNNING FROM MIKE NOW PLEH PLEH.
One of the things I like about the White Collar fics that I've been reading: El is enjoying herself with her men, and no one, but no one -- not her, not Peter, not Neal, not the authors -- think that she should be ashamed of herself for wanting what she wants and getting what she wants and getting what she hardly allowed herself to dream of wanting.
Now *that's* the kind of escapist porn I like.
5:01 PM 6/25/2010
Adventures with an elderly black lab mix: apparently that loaf of v. tasty Trader Joe's sourdough was not far enough out of harm's way, as harm dragged it off the counter and chewed on it while I was out retrieving the laptop, which I'd forgotten at home in my clatter to get out and here. Heh. I just hope that harm's digestion is not adversely affected.
5:48 PM 6/25/2010
Called parents early this afternoon, chatted for nearly an hour. We think in quite a few of the same ways, a lot of the time.
6:44 PM 6/26/2010
Harm's digestion seems fine. Spent part of today over at my aunt's for dog supervision. The other day Dazzle and Deacon were playing, and Deacon fell and went down hard, so they can't play unsupervised anymore, given Deacon's rear end failure.
Then I came back, got a bite to eat, walked Harm (not his actual name), fed Harm, let him out, let him back in, and talked to Kat, who is having Gutter Woes.
Sounding: you're doing it wrong. If you are not aware of "sounding" as a sexual practice, this link will inform you. May be scarring to babyfish (in other words, my dear babyfish, do not click this).
9:57 PM 6/26/2010
So, on Twitter, one of my associates wanted to know who would make the best human vuvuzela. I obliged by putting my brass training together with a circle made of thumb and forefinger, and a voice post.
11:31 PM 6/27/2010
Today involved Pride. Sometimes public events with great huge crowds of people are my thing, and sometimes they are not. Given that my left knee is feeling more gimpy than usual, and since I am dogsitting I do not like to leave the dog home alone for any significant length of time, that was a not-my-thing-this-week for me. I did, however, enjoy myself, as there was a late-afternoon-into-evening-into-night mini-marathon of MythBusters episodes on the Discovery channel, and I called the best friend and we giggled at each other and made bad puns back and forth (as per usual). Advised him of my Geek Walk of Shame, and the Towing Horror. There are some things we don't agree on, but some things we very much do. <3
12:18 AM 6/28/2010
"7 things about #mythbusters that science can't explain" (from http://linkbaitgenerator.com/index.php via @MrsGneissGirl) sounds like a fic title.
My brain is making me expound upon stuff. It's stuff that isn't quite finished, and in any case it would be lolno timing (entirely by coincidence, actually), but my brain is saying things upon it, and so I write, and eventually it will emerge. Although I repeat that I am not Denys Nye, even though my files are ... maybe starting to look a little like his in places. But still. NOT. (Please don't give me the replicate of a mentor of mine to raise. That would be a bad plan.)
OH DEAR GOODNESS. The next one I got? "6 depraved sexual fetishes involving the MythBusters" PLEH PLEH PLEH RUNNING FROM MIKE NOW PLEH PLEH.
Azz's Writing Projects, a guide/update
Nov. 1st, 2009 01:24 amBeing a rough guide to my major writing projects and the characters found in same, because people get very confused when I start chattering about Mike not shutting up and Harriet and Lovie and all the rest, especially given that I don't share much of my fiction in public.
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Assorted Silliness
Nov. 11th, 2008 07:16 amDevil May Cry shows Dante drinking "Budweiner" beer. That actually required pausing and rewinding, although it resulted in howls of laughter approximately equivalent to the Witch Hunter Robin moment.
We have started identifying blatant fan service moments by calling them out.
He apologizes for swearing around me. It's really quite cute, as if I did not use the phrase ( *@#*$^-$#&*$*! $#@& *$ ! $%&@*$*! !$&#-@#$*& ) myself every now and then.
Turns out he's Neutral Good, rather than Lawful Good. His internal moral compass just happens to align with Lawful a whole lot.
The phrase "You sat me down and watched me it" makes sense perhaps only in my head, but that is how I describe what it is that Darkside does to me with movies and so forth. I used this phrase in my outside voice, and he poked holes in it, but I still think that it is a perfectly useful phrase.
There is no galaxy hanging from Orion's belt that we could see in the night sky, although Orion was out bright and clear.
We spent just shy of four hours talking writing. I am feeling inspired and challenged and energized and the plot is beginning to click into place so beautifully. I have sent him two massive messages with the primary contents of the Cracked Phoenix universe, and I'm already reading through Book 1 and seeing how it is weak and needs a reimagining and shoring up. If I can see this after that conversation, while still half-asleep, I can only imagine how it'll seem after another conversation or three and a full tank of sleep and no heartache.
I will miss him so intensely. We have email, and phone, and of course I will come back to Phoenix to visit, but oh, the unimagined luxury of stretching out the words and ideas in front of someone who already knows how you think and can hammer on your ideas until they become new again, who reads the same books you like, who knows your tastes, who (treasure of treasures) trusts you with his own words and worlds. I had not known that my best friend could be this to me, too, until tonight. (All the worlds we've made; all we've been through.)
We have started identifying blatant fan service moments by calling them out.
He apologizes for swearing around me. It's really quite cute, as if I did not use the phrase ( *@#*$^-$#&*$*! $#@& *$ ! $%&@*$*! !$&#-@#$*& ) myself every now and then.
Turns out he's Neutral Good, rather than Lawful Good. His internal moral compass just happens to align with Lawful a whole lot.
The phrase "You sat me down and watched me it" makes sense perhaps only in my head, but that is how I describe what it is that Darkside does to me with movies and so forth. I used this phrase in my outside voice, and he poked holes in it, but I still think that it is a perfectly useful phrase.
There is no galaxy hanging from Orion's belt that we could see in the night sky, although Orion was out bright and clear.
We spent just shy of four hours talking writing. I am feeling inspired and challenged and energized and the plot is beginning to click into place so beautifully. I have sent him two massive messages with the primary contents of the Cracked Phoenix universe, and I'm already reading through Book 1 and seeing how it is weak and needs a reimagining and shoring up. If I can see this after that conversation, while still half-asleep, I can only imagine how it'll seem after another conversation or three and a full tank of sleep and no heartache.
I will miss him so intensely. We have email, and phone, and of course I will come back to Phoenix to visit, but oh, the unimagined luxury of stretching out the words and ideas in front of someone who already knows how you think and can hammer on your ideas until they become new again, who reads the same books you like, who knows your tastes, who (treasure of treasures) trusts you with his own words and worlds. I had not known that my best friend could be this to me, too, until tonight. (All the worlds we've made; all we've been through.)
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May. 22nd, 2008 12:18 amI changed Connie's first impression of Bozo from mostly harmless to creep with one leer!
TxtLJ didn't post:
Jan. 30th, 2007 09:10 pmPizza is a battle here. Not in the debate but in the technical end. I have decided that Bozo is in a geographic limbo where it is hard to map him.
Two more together for more coherent.
Jan. 25th, 2007 05:30 pmLots of fun with molding in my mouth. Connie flipped out a bit while they were dating. She did not win the sanity prize. So they are not living together until (17:26)
she is sure that this relationship is what she really wants. We shall gloss over the intervening 2 years of courtship & psychosis. Kinder & more interesting. (17:30)
she is sure that this relationship is what she really wants. We shall gloss over the intervening 2 years of courtship & psychosis. Kinder & more interesting. (17:30)
Porn leads to plot.
Jan. 4th, 2007 12:02 amMike is nuts. M asked when I was reading if what I was reading was related to Hell's Angel. I said no, but that they were in the same universe because they shared the Neutral Denny's.
Then at dinner we were talking about random stuff, and the idea of pr0n on the internet came up. And that led to Mike finding pr0n on the internet. And that led to Mike asking Connie if they could try some of the stuff that he'd found in some pr0n on the internet. And that really demanded, what did he find on the internet? He was really reticent about sharing what specific *things*, but he did disclose *what* he'd found... fanfic. But what fanfic? Dragonlance, of course. Raistlin/Crysania. Mike is a soppy mushball when it comes to pr0n. Totally. So he and Connie were making enthusiastic plans to have lots and lots of sex, and I'm looking at them and wanting to know: "Um, guys? When in the plot are you doing this?"
And that's when the demon spoke up, and said "Oh, by the way, Bozo was a pawn; wasn't he cute? My cunning plan is ongoing." And that's when I realized that it seems to be a three-parter: one with Mike/Connie vs. Bozo, one with Nick-and-Mary, and then possibly what happens when Mike and Connie realize that they're intersecting with Nick and Mary. I think that one may be Raven and Amber's book, and then Raven and Amber have the prequel too.
GOOD GODS, PEOPLE.
Then at dinner we were talking about random stuff, and the idea of pr0n on the internet came up. And that led to Mike finding pr0n on the internet. And that led to Mike asking Connie if they could try some of the stuff that he'd found in some pr0n on the internet. And that really demanded, what did he find on the internet? He was really reticent about sharing what specific *things*, but he did disclose *what* he'd found... fanfic. But what fanfic? Dragonlance, of course. Raistlin/Crysania. Mike is a soppy mushball when it comes to pr0n. Totally. So he and Connie were making enthusiastic plans to have lots and lots of sex, and I'm looking at them and wanting to know: "Um, guys? When in the plot are you doing this?"
And that's when the demon spoke up, and said "Oh, by the way, Bozo was a pawn; wasn't he cute? My cunning plan is ongoing." And that's when I realized that it seems to be a three-parter: one with Mike/Connie vs. Bozo, one with Nick-and-Mary, and then possibly what happens when Mike and Connie realize that they're intersecting with Nick and Mary. I think that one may be Raven and Amber's book, and then Raven and Amber have the prequel too.
GOOD GODS, PEOPLE.
Rev. Not-So-Nice Super and his desire to have magic "proved" to him by making squirrel heads come out his butt cameos, except demanding a re-enactment from a Jim Carrey movie involving monkeys. In the semi-expected fashion of saying the line, then looking expectant, then demanding the re-enactment.
Love & Chocolate
Sep. 21st, 2006 02:46 amGroup was hot tonight. Even the non-smut was excellent demonstrations of love in action, which was the general idea. It ranged from sweet to torrid to quite explicit indeed! The brownies were a huge hit. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
samurai_ko keeps the secret recipe to herself; if I want to duplicate them, I'm going to have to experiment. I discussed the properties of the fudge that resulted in The Late (tardy, not dead) Mr. Potter having a close encounter with the hospital. (He thought he could have a whole piece. He thought wrong.)
I am never ever ever ever going to read that piece around Darkside. OMG no.
One of the things I sometimes have to do is act out the blocking to see if it makes sense. If I'm stuck for "what happens next", I get in character and act out the blocking. This can result in me playing more than one character at the same time. In situations like this, though, it results in me leaning back in my chair, tilting my head to one side, and gasping sort of like the fish out of water, because Mike is nibbling on the protagonist's neck, and I doubt that they are actually going to make it out of their clothing, like, at all.
I plan to outline Circle of Fire before November. This also means actually getting motion, rather than just bright ideas, on the hissstorical fic. Which means a half-hour in the morning on it, or something.
Brownies were totally the win. I brought soy milk, it being better-travelable than regular, and better for the tender digestion of lactards than regular. Mmmm, brownies.
After hours brought out the tarot cards and assorted shiny rocks. I realized that I'd missed a call from Dawn, and left a message back. I called V, and shared hugs & love all 'round. I told her the crazy saga of our new lady and her vile ex-roommate. It's the sort of stuff they make movies out of, yo.
There was happy intensive magicgeeking. Yay for magicgeeking!
samurai_ko keeps the secret recipe to herself; if I want to duplicate them, I'm going to have to experiment. I discussed the properties of the fudge that resulted in The Late (tardy, not dead) Mr. Potter having a close encounter with the hospital. (He thought he could have a whole piece. He thought wrong.) I am never ever ever ever going to read that piece around Darkside. OMG no.
One of the things I sometimes have to do is act out the blocking to see if it makes sense. If I'm stuck for "what happens next", I get in character and act out the blocking. This can result in me playing more than one character at the same time. In situations like this, though, it results in me leaning back in my chair, tilting my head to one side, and gasping sort of like the fish out of water, because Mike is nibbling on the protagonist's neck, and I doubt that they are actually going to make it out of their clothing, like, at all.
I plan to outline Circle of Fire before November. This also means actually getting motion, rather than just bright ideas, on the hissstorical fic. Which means a half-hour in the morning on it, or something.
Brownies were totally the win. I brought soy milk, it being better-travelable than regular, and better for the tender digestion of lactards than regular. Mmmm, brownies.
After hours brought out the tarot cards and assorted shiny rocks. I realized that I'd missed a call from Dawn, and left a message back. I called V, and shared hugs & love all 'round. I told her the crazy saga of our new lady and her vile ex-roommate. It's the sort of stuff they make movies out of, yo.
There was happy intensive magicgeeking. Yay for magicgeeking!
Night divides the day
Apr. 11th, 2006 01:55 amWent to see Darkside Sunday night. Got home, felt smug, checked LJ &c, and crashed hard. I was feeling sufficiently tired that I wouldn't have objected if he'd offered me the opportunity to curl up on his floor and catch some Zs while he took his nap. (His floor is a dangerous place.)
I went out around 7. By 1, I was awake again. An hour of not being able to sleep, and I was up and online, hanging with Support until 6-ish. Then, more sleep.
I didn't wake up early enough to go do plasma. Rather, I woke up early enough to, but I wasn't coherent early enough to. So I stayed in and felt more energetic for it. I took the car to work.
I found that while I'd theoretically signed up for an extra shift to dial on the client call with $ISSUE_SIDE_JOB, I wasn't on the list. The Princess wrote me in and gave me a booth.
There were five bazillion things wrong with the booth, the upshot of it all being that I wasn't really getting any calls. After fifteen minutes of monkeying around, I'd just sit there, flag the Princess down when two minutes had gone by without any call action, and she'd do something to the computer and I'd get a call. (I learned later that she was doing "SESAME", which sends a call to the booth. If any @*%#$@ supervisor SESAMEs me when I'm after a call editing again, I will personally come up and do unspeakable things to the unspeakable of an unspeakable. It's happened before when I was actually doing something job-related, and it pissed me the hell off.) Since this was fairly impractical to do every time, I wound up going out to the dialer menu and right back in again after every call, which was massively annoying and tedious.
At length, I wound up klutzing my cup of water, which spilled all over the phone. This had the unique and unspeakable effect of activating the unit's mute button every time the unit was prepared to take a call. It did not activate it when it was in another state, but every time it was on line and ready to take calls, the mute button went on. (It lights up red when it's on.)
This state of affairs was unspeakable, so I moved to another booth.
My production had been dreadful when I hadn't been getting any calls; I hadn't gotten any surveys. When in the new booth, I got a survey almost right away. Glee!
I also got a page of writing on Circle of Fire and five morning pages. I'm wondering if I maybe couldn't work 6 days a week, one of them being on the phones so I'll have the mind-time to get writing done again.
At 5pm I decided I'd really had enough, but it was 5:30 before I bowed out and got the hell off the phones. I managed to make it to the plasma place before they closed (traffic was light enough, yay) and was rewarded by Narnia to watch. Jadis is truly dreadful! The older!Lucy and older!Susan actors are deeeeeelicious. It was just as well that it's a good movie, for I had no actual reading material...
Apartment has been reasonably tidied. I'm ready for the inspection tomorrow. I hope it doesn't wake me up. Not that I thought that my clutter previously was an actual problem, but I know that they know that things are always tidied for inspection, and I did not want them to think that my usual cheerful jumble of things was how it is when I clean up, because that is just not so.
Now. Sleep.
I went out around 7. By 1, I was awake again. An hour of not being able to sleep, and I was up and online, hanging with Support until 6-ish. Then, more sleep.
I didn't wake up early enough to go do plasma. Rather, I woke up early enough to, but I wasn't coherent early enough to. So I stayed in and felt more energetic for it. I took the car to work.
I found that while I'd theoretically signed up for an extra shift to dial on the client call with $ISSUE_SIDE_JOB, I wasn't on the list. The Princess wrote me in and gave me a booth.
There were five bazillion things wrong with the booth, the upshot of it all being that I wasn't really getting any calls. After fifteen minutes of monkeying around, I'd just sit there, flag the Princess down when two minutes had gone by without any call action, and she'd do something to the computer and I'd get a call. (I learned later that she was doing "SESAME", which sends a call to the booth. If any @*%#$@ supervisor SESAMEs me when I'm after a call editing again, I will personally come up and do unspeakable things to the unspeakable of an unspeakable. It's happened before when I was actually doing something job-related, and it pissed me the hell off.) Since this was fairly impractical to do every time, I wound up going out to the dialer menu and right back in again after every call, which was massively annoying and tedious.
At length, I wound up klutzing my cup of water, which spilled all over the phone. This had the unique and unspeakable effect of activating the unit's mute button every time the unit was prepared to take a call. It did not activate it when it was in another state, but every time it was on line and ready to take calls, the mute button went on. (It lights up red when it's on.)
This state of affairs was unspeakable, so I moved to another booth.
My production had been dreadful when I hadn't been getting any calls; I hadn't gotten any surveys. When in the new booth, I got a survey almost right away. Glee!
I also got a page of writing on Circle of Fire and five morning pages. I'm wondering if I maybe couldn't work 6 days a week, one of them being on the phones so I'll have the mind-time to get writing done again.
At 5pm I decided I'd really had enough, but it was 5:30 before I bowed out and got the hell off the phones. I managed to make it to the plasma place before they closed (traffic was light enough, yay) and was rewarded by Narnia to watch. Jadis is truly dreadful! The older!Lucy and older!Susan actors are deeeeeelicious. It was just as well that it's a good movie, for I had no actual reading material...
Apartment has been reasonably tidied. I'm ready for the inspection tomorrow. I hope it doesn't wake me up. Not that I thought that my clutter previously was an actual problem, but I know that they know that things are always tidied for inspection, and I did not want them to think that my usual cheerful jumble of things was how it is when I clean up, because that is just not so.
Now. Sleep.
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Mar. 15th, 2006 02:52 pmThere is a guy in bondage pants here. I was trying to see Mike in them. But since Mike started as a paper doll of Darkside...
Current things:
Mar. 14th, 2006 02:59 amWent and gave plasma. If I'm exposed to What Lies Beneath many more times, I may actually start liking it. It seems like a fairly decent movie, all told.
I managed to hack an earbud cellphone headset together with a dollar store headphone set into something wearable and workable. I extracted the speakers from the headphones, cut a slit into an existing slot, and was able to slip the earbud's cord through the slit into the slot. Then I put the spongy cover back on, and cut a hole in that for the earbud's speaker to stick out, which had the added value of holding it in place. The cord and microphone dangle as normal. I think I've fallen in love. [edited to add: Now with images!]
Last night I decided that it would be really nice to make some spare money bywhoring out my pen writing romance novels, because the market for them is evidently endless, and the barriers to publication are reputedly low. Google found me this: http://www.passionatepen.com/romancepubs.htm
Poking around looking at the assorted things, and chatting withreichiere, it seems that the hot new thing is the supernatural romance. And.
Suddenly Colleen and Mike started insisting that I write their story, to get it out and written for once and for all so they won't keep coming up every time I want to go and write a romance. Then Raven insisted on getting in with the action, since she was canon. Just to balance things out a bit, I created the cardboard Amber, who immediately took on a life of her own. Plot rapidly developed. I'm going to try and see if I can pump out the word count like it was NaNo time, while keeping the quality of the content up over the "OMG NaNo" quality level. As long as the muses stay with me...
I'm a little concerned, because this is romance rather than comedy. But I did a straight story for Necromancer's Prayer, and both romance and humor crept in. This is the story of Colleen and Mike, and it needs telling, or the era won't rest.
I managed to hack an earbud cellphone headset together with a dollar store headphone set into something wearable and workable. I extracted the speakers from the headphones, cut a slit into an existing slot, and was able to slip the earbud's cord through the slit into the slot. Then I put the spongy cover back on, and cut a hole in that for the earbud's speaker to stick out, which had the added value of holding it in place. The cord and microphone dangle as normal. I think I've fallen in love. [edited to add: Now with images!]
Last night I decided that it would be really nice to make some spare money by
Poking around looking at the assorted things, and chatting with
reichiere, it seems that the hot new thing is the supernatural romance. And. Suddenly Colleen and Mike started insisting that I write their story, to get it out and written for once and for all so they won't keep coming up every time I want to go and write a romance. Then Raven insisted on getting in with the action, since she was canon. Just to balance things out a bit, I created the cardboard Amber, who immediately took on a life of her own. Plot rapidly developed. I'm going to try and see if I can pump out the word count like it was NaNo time, while keeping the quality of the content up over the "OMG NaNo" quality level. As long as the muses stay with me...
I'm a little concerned, because this is romance rather than comedy. But I did a straight story for Necromancer's Prayer, and both romance and humor crept in. This is the story of Colleen and Mike, and it needs telling, or the era won't rest.
