Okay...

>.< Ugh. I hate... well, things. You know. And all that nastiness ( Read more... )

Well, I've just figured out why I stay away from the internet occasionally. I can't handle fandom, and I forget that. I know, I know - there's so much great stuff out there, and it only takes a little looking to uncover some really awesome stuff, but... Blahr. I just can't do it! For one thing, I don't do good looking (or maybe enough looking ( Read more... )

Disney story! About two years old, I think. Heh. Still funny ( Read more... )

He touched the doorframe gently, staring at his fingers as they ran softly across the wood.

"Wizard remembers..." His brow furrowed. "Wizard... remembers."

Remy had no patience for transient recollections. "No, you clearly do not." He let out a frustrated sigh. Celia laughed behind her hand, and he shot her a look of pure venom. "This place ( Read more... )

Blahr - doesn't feel real, exactly. I dunno - sometimes it's just... Heh. What I mean is that I haven't been connecting fully with my stories lately. I just sort of float above instead of plunging into them like I used to do. Garr. Talked to Zach about Ricky (more blahr), which means that we're still having that talk. Also found out a few ( Read more... )

WHAA! I think the tea I've been drinking was infused with more than the usual amount of caffeine. Or perhaps I've just gotten my second wind. It's possible! Heh ( Read more... )

(The song I'm listening to does not at all project the mood of what I'm about to write ( Read more... )

Just a little thinking for the children's book Matt and I have conceptualized.

-Characters (in no particular order):
1. The main guy: a boy, don’t know name (maybe Stevie…) yet, but about nine years old
2. Maybe-Stevie’s sister, who’s small and gets picked on occasionally
3. Goblin librarian: hates humans, perhaps to the point she doesn’t believe ( Read more... )

I AM BORED ( Read more... )

 --written 18 July 2005

"So what's eating you, Danny?" he asked, throwing the dishtowel over his shoulder.

"You know, no matter how many times I hear it, that line is always corny."

He grinned.  "Chef's humor, you gotta forgive me."  He patted the barstool beside him invitingly, and with a sigh she took a seat.  "So spill it, princess."

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--written ( Read more... )