Because my cognitive process is a massive game of multidimensional Tetris. The pieces are made up of sometimes words, emotions, scents, gestures, bits of music, they fall willy-nilly, I arrange them sometimes a little frantically, and half the time when I get it right the thought that I just completed vanishes without a trace.
Developing a weird urge to play Amalthea and Emerus's son somewhere, or at least a character based on the concept the kid inspired in me. Overland is weird enough that I might be able to hack it when it opens, or at least gets into beta. I haven't MUSHed properly in ages. . .
annwyd is a bad influence, especially when it's 5am and I'm suggestible.
576 words today. I know how this scene goes but I don't know how this scene goes. Which means writing it down is both very difficult and maddeningly right on the edge of my conscious ability. Going to bed before I write something that's just plain wrong and waste effort and have to figure out whether to delete it or fix it or what.
There's something profoundly satisfying to me about quoting St. Francis of Assisi in a random pagan-focused argument.
I'm feeling less broadly awful than I was earlier this evening when I skipped out on games night, but still the muh and the arghle. Postponed talking to
brooksmoses due to massive ugh.
Goodness. I just yawned and my left glasses lens befogged briefly.
Developing a weird urge to play Amalthea and Emerus's son somewhere, or at least a character based on the concept the kid inspired in me. Overland is weird enough that I might be able to hack it when it opens, or at least gets into beta. I haven't MUSHed properly in ages. . .
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576 words today. I know how this scene goes but I don't know how this scene goes. Which means writing it down is both very difficult and maddeningly right on the edge of my conscious ability. Going to bed before I write something that's just plain wrong and waste effort and have to figure out whether to delete it or fix it or what.
There's something profoundly satisfying to me about quoting St. Francis of Assisi in a random pagan-focused argument.
I'm feeling less broadly awful than I was earlier this evening when I skipped out on games night, but still the muh and the arghle. Postponed talking to
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Goodness. I just yawned and my left glasses lens befogged briefly.
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