In case you were worried that I was going to completely run out of big ideas, have no fear. I’ve just been reminded of a very good other category of entry for this here Blogathon, and it plays directly into something I enjoy doing a lot: Playing City of Heroes.
Just you wait, true believers.
And by “wait” I mean “wait another hour, please.” Thanks. I need one more filler post before I go back onto full duty…
One of our gaming buddies came over a bit ago to borrow the hex-map sheet, and he asked, “So will we see you tomorrow?” Sunday is, after all, our traditional gaming night. We play card games, board games, RPGs and various other such pasttimes.
I replied, “I’ll probably be just waking up. Sure thing, I’ll be here.”
As the sun finally drops over the horizon… okay, over the building next door… the light in my room is beginning to fade. Eventually I’ll have to (gasp!) turn on artificial lighting again in order for my webcam to be of any use. This, of course, will result in oddly-yellow images.
Such is the price of staying up all day and all night. I’ll manage. I’m tough enough. You bet your bottom dollar.
(I’m taking an evening break from Really Major Postings, hence all of these dribbles and drabs. Gimme another hour and I’ll start working my serious mojo again. I have at least two more album reviews+promos in me, as well as at least one more creative writing exercise. Stay tuned!)
The tally so far:
Health food it ain’t, but it makes me happy… and a happy blogger is a prolific blogger. Speaking of happiness, feel free to sponsor me if you haven’t already. It makes me happy, and goes toward setting aside land for wildlife habitat preservation. You can’t really go wrong there, now can you? Thanks!
(A big thanks to Liz and Lisa, who put me over the $125 mark. Woo hoo!)
So picture this bit of amusement: My room, upstairs, closed off from the rest of the (significantly cooler) house. Two cats, to whom I am allergic. Me, opening my door when I know they’re downstairs so I can try to pull in some cooler air. The cats, sensing an open door and distracted human, stealthily treading into forbidden territory. Me, shooing out cats and closing the door again.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
But hey, I’ve lowered the temperature in this sauna of mine by a few degress. That’s got to count for something, baby.
The easy part is over. The first twelve hours, you get by mostly on enthusiasm and a not-yet-depleted basket of ideas.
Now comes evening, nightfall, oh-dark-hundred, and the wee hours. Now comes flagging energy and faltering spirit. Now comes random calisthenics to force the body awake again. Now comes desperate casting about for inspiration.
Don’t worry, folks. I’ve done this before. I’ll do it again. (Nevermind how much that sounds like what I said the second and third times I did NaNoWriMo. Ahem.)
But hey! Look who got on the news page at Blogathon! Way to go!
