I have done nothing today except eat a copious amount of brunch, and write.

Good times.

Here are some words. Don't judge.

( The woman who was to become Stoick's wife was the most terrifying in eight villages... )

This is just some practice to get my back into the habit of writing. Same old themes, same old stories. All true, though.

(Here's the thing:

I talk far too much about how I grew up. I should really start getting some new stories to tell, I know. But until I have those new stories, I'm going to keep rehashing the old ones. If it's unbearably boring, ( Read more... )

It’s odd how a talent can manifest itself when given the opportunity.

A woman who lived in the village, for example, discovered the hard way that her mother had run into one of the more unforgiving varieties of fairies in her younger years- the hard way being that an off-afternoon spent skimming idly through the Preacher’s dictionary and sounding ( Read more... )