I am taking an online course called the Future of Storytelling. I'm a bit behind given that we've spent the past couple of weeks moving. I do want to try to complete each of the units, however, so this is my attempt to catch up, to get the assignments done.

( Chapter 1 Task )

It's been a weird couple of weeks. I've been meaning to sit down and do a reading for myself for a while, but I've been so drained or distracted or disinterested in doing anything productive. Last night, I walked past my cards and decided to stop making excuses.

( I'm glad for it. )

Setting
A seedy London neighborhood
- A Manor House of Ill Repute
- A Modest Home (with a Hydroponic Pot Farm in the Attic)
- A Local Pub
- Duncan's Place

Cast of CharactersSteps - A Gangster, Pimp and Unstable Individual ( Read more... )

Life's been good. And itchy. It's a good kind of itch, I think, the kind that says it's time to do something. And, mostly, I have been doing things. The things I've been doing aren't always the things I should be doing, but more often than not, they're satisfying things, even productive things.

( Cruise, aunthood, geekery... )

As you're likely aware, I've been playing a fuckton of Star Wars: The Old Republic lately. Like, at least a little every day since December 16. I'm really, really enjoying it. I know that I tend to lose myself in an MMO at launch, then emerge a couple months later with a memory of some time well-wasted and only vague, occasional desires to ever ( Read more... )

Game has been going really, really well except for some hiccups with scheduling, a bit of foggy-headedness during our third session which made it subpar and a huge delay in getting the metagame moving. The latter is due to how stressed I've been, to the point of being unwilling to sit down and work on getting information out to the players and ( Read more... )

I swear I only think about, talk about, write about one thing anymore. I know it's not true--for instance, mom and I talked about Project Runway last night more than project roommate--but it sure as hell feels like I've been one-track, one-note ever since Kaydie moved in.

( So, yeah... how about an update? )

More and more, my dream places are of the same theme. I remember, years ago, when I used to dream about buildings with staircases that went on forever or with windows which let in wonderful amounts of light, when I used to find myself in massive marble cities overlooking green waters or when I'd stand at the edge of a broken parking lot staring out ( Read more... )

I really feel like I'm doing Kaydie a disservice with what I've posted about her so far. We've had some great conversations; I can tell there's a smart, capable person somewhere inside of her. Unfortunately, she doesn't let that side show much. The more time I spend with her, the more I'm convinced this is a choice, that she prefers to be this ( Read more... )

It's been a year since my baby died. I miss him every single day, still think I keep seeing him out of the corner of my eye. I've never loved anyone the way I love him, and I don't think I ever will again. He was special, a part of me.

( I miss my Phantom. )