Ph33r!

[elfs]

I just got email from my mother. She's on-line now. Even has an AOL account. In no time she'll figure out Google, perhaps, or I'll slip and forget to delete the URL from my .sig when I email her.

Either way, I'm doomed.

I guess there's no time like the present to come out of some closets. Sometimes, living out loud is hard when your folks are close at hand. It was much safer when she was 3000 miles away and not connected.

On the other paw my favorite web comic As If! is back on the air. That's gotta be worth some fun.

And I managed a few hundred words at lunch today. Dreamteam Calamaties is now officially a novel by Hugo or Nebula standards. (Note: This is not as impressive as it sounds by today's standards.) I didn't manage to get anything done on the bus this morning thanks to a nosy rider. Maybe this afternoon I'll get more done. Not sure what, since I finished chapter four, which was the sticking point.

As for work, well, let's just say that I loathe NFS with a passion.

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[elfs.livejournal.com]

I think it's just pure habit. Writing is just something I do, like wanking. My characters exist for me. I spend a few stories with them, getting used to who they are and what kind of characters they are. Eventually, I write a story I like, and then I go back and re-write the dialogue of the original stories to make their original appearances more three-dimensional. Eventually, I twiddle the stories over and over until I'm happy, and I release the stories as a series.