Not that most of you will be keenly interested, but I feel compelled to point out that my ever-so pithy thoughts on Onegai Teacher, RahXephon and (most recently) Stellvia are available on my anime site for all to enjoy.
I’m just getting started, folks…
GreyDuck’s Anime Site
If I want more people to respond, apparently, I need to have this thing ready by midnight. So here goes… but be warned, I’m in a whimsical mood tonight!
PAST: Describe the best breakfast you’ve ever had.
PRESENT: What did you have for breakfast today?
FUTURE: You have the means, the motive and the opportunity. Create for us… the ultimate breakfast!
Yes, I have a fixation with breakfast. I love breakfast dishes, in the morning or the evening. Why, I had steak and eggs for dinner last night! Yum.
(And yes, Lilith, I know you don’t like breakfast. You can skip this one, no harm no foul. Fowl. Hmm. Eggs. Gee, now I’m hungry again…)
You know the drill, folks: Leave a comment so we know you were here and how to find your answers, and when you link back please use the following link so visitors will always get the most recent rendition: http://greyduck.net/ppf
Thank you!
I did it last year, and to prove it wasn’t a fluke I’m going to do it again this year.
That’s right, November is National Novel Writing Month and once again I’m stepping up to the plate. What’s different this time around? For starters, I intend to actually have the key plot elements figured out in advance.
I’ll pause while you recover from the shock.
Producing 50,000 words in 30 days isn’t easy, but it’s also not impossible. The tricky parts will be coming up with a good (enough) story, managing it during the month of OryCon, and improving my ability to convey a sense of environment. That’s right, I’m viewing this year’s effort as part of a learning process instead of a simple challenge to pile words upon more words. Go, me!
Wish me luck, friends. I suspect I’m going to need it.
(By the way, does anyone else think that this year’s Participant Icon
is vastly inferior to last year’s?
Ah well.)
NaNoWriMo
Pisceans tend to get the shaft when the fine folks at The Onion throw together their weekly horoscopes. This week, however, I couldn’t be more amused by my fortune:
You’re not the kind of man who can limit himself to just one woman bringing him pancakes.
To be honest, I suppose I should point out that I prefer french toast…
I was expounding to Dawn this evening about where my “unique” name comes from, and on a whim decided to do some websurfing. It is with pleasant surprise I give you the following link… though I freely admit this is more for my own records than for any sort of amusement or educational value that it might hold for anyone who isn’t Me, or doesn’t share my first name.
Has this ever happened to you?
I’m sitting here on a quiet Saturday afternoon, puttering around (after putting away a pedestrian Potter publication) and it hits me. Wave after wave of the blackest, most overwhelming despair wells up from out of the inky depths of what passes for my soul. There’s no real reason for it, other than perhaps hunger and fatigue and a bit of loneliness… but not enough of either or all to warrant such a horrendous outpouring of inner turmoil and self-loathing.
Wow.
A couple handsful of oyster crackers (the last thereof, sadly) and an hour’s nap was enough to bring me back to something resembling sanity, or at least normalcy. Yes, I’m feeling much better now.
Here’s what I think: I think I’m starting to get better, starting to really look forward to the future (even if the good parts are too damned far away yet!) and therefore starting to loosen my ironclad grip on the pain I’ve been burying inside all my life.
This is a good thing, right?
Yeah, except when the pain rises up and demands its share of my time. Talk about “double-plus ungood,” baby. Mood swings? How about mood merry-go-rounds? Mood slides? Mood see-saws? I’ve got ’em all.
Unfortunately I managed to fire off a really horrid piece of writing during the depths of today’s episode, and I’d just like to let those few who saw it know that I’m really perfectly okay, if a bit rattled. I could use a hug, but that’s about all I need right now.
That, and a decent meal. Yes indeed. Hunger is not our friend. But that’s a rant for another day, or another venue.
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