Ho-hum
Redesigning rooms is... interesting. I never know what I'm going to stumble on next, which is nice. Days out in town are... not so interesting. The buildings change, the city changes, the roads change, the air stays the same. It's a little harder to breathe now than it was last year.
Meanwhile, fic-wise: I am, after all this time, a little bit more than a little bit tired of VII, but I come back to it like a bad habit. It's the city, and now I scribble Reeve bits onto corners of my mind and wonder where this is all taking me. I want to write something original -- unfortunately I seem to have just missed this edition of s2b2, but I shall write for the next one. Or maybe I'll write for myself? Isn't that what I used to do? Now I'm just navel-gazing, though.
Music, soon. And less 1249am posts.
And finally, my one-line, six-word story contribution for today, voiced by Nasdack!Balthier in my head:
"At least I'm not bloody French."
Ole!
Meanwhile, fic-wise: I am, after all this time, a little bit more than a little bit tired of VII, but I come back to it like a bad habit. It's the city, and now I scribble Reeve bits onto corners of my mind and wonder where this is all taking me. I want to write something original -- unfortunately I seem to have just missed this edition of s2b2, but I shall write for the next one. Or maybe I'll write for myself? Isn't that what I used to do? Now I'm just navel-gazing, though.
Music, soon. And less 1249am posts.
And finally, my one-line, six-word story contribution for today, voiced by Nasdack!Balthier in my head:
"At least I'm not bloody French."
Ole!