Yikes.
Okay, Mom did not sound like she was in a good mood this morning, considering that when I sleepily overheard her talking very loudly and sternly (it wasn't really yelling) to my sister, she pulled the "...or I will pull you from all extracurricular/theatrical/dance activities" card. For my mother, that sort of threat (if that's the right word) is awfully rare. Therefore, I think I am going to slip downstairs, grab some food, and (since it is sunny and nice) perhaps take Lucy out onto the front porch and continue with computer activities there.
In other news, people on FF.net give...interesting reviews, to say the least. I guess my intent in a story isn't always as clear to those reading it as it is to me. (And yes, I know that Hamlet and Horatio in the utmost truest canon quite probably did not meet until Wittenburg. That wasn't the point of the story.)
Okay, I'll stop with the (totally uncalled for) abuse of parentheses now.
In other news, people on FF.net give...interesting reviews, to say the least. I guess my intent in a story isn't always as clear to those reading it as it is to me. (And yes, I know that Hamlet and Horatio in the utmost truest canon quite probably did not meet until Wittenburg. That wasn't the point of the story.)
Okay, I'll stop with the (totally uncalled for) abuse of parentheses now.