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It is a very blah and rainy day.
Apr. 22nd, 2011 05:51 pmAnd I am not getting very much done, possibly as a result. Yesterday's sandwich was a smash hit, so today I made the very same sandwich, except instead of horseradish I used dill, and added more salt (too much, as it turns out, but it was still damn tasty. Just... salty). Tomorrow I think I will live on the edge and use both dill AND horseradish.
My life. How exciting it is.
This is why, before I started blogging heavily about writing, I had nearly abandoned this journal altogether. Most of the excitement in my life that is easily translatable to text occurs only within the confines of my skull. I mean, I could also make a post a day about the little happinesses of my marriage, but I assume they would get boring to anyone who is not married to me, and therefore I tend to cut out the middleman and just tell them all directly to Megan. I could talk about gaming with my friends, but it would take a fair amount of work to go back to the beginning of each campaign, introduce each character, each player, etc. etc. ... I may try to do that with future games, however.
Oh, blogosphere. I owe you about twenty book reviews, most of them glowing. I owe you a chapter of The Hellion Prince within the next eight days. I owe you... no. I want to give you fireworks and shooting stars and roller coasters, drama and passion and the electricity of human tension. I want to make you think, and make you feel, and by God make you talk to me about it, because I crave your attention, focused here on my little e-soapbox. I want to do this because you do it for me, and I want to return the favor. I am grateful for the way each and every one of you has at some point transported me from a life of routine and penury and stress and delivered me into a transcendent realm of heroism and interconnectivity and ideas for my next twelve and a half novels.
And I want to ramble at you some more, on rainy days like this, when these are the only words that come pouring out of my fingertips.
My life. How exciting it is.
This is why, before I started blogging heavily about writing, I had nearly abandoned this journal altogether. Most of the excitement in my life that is easily translatable to text occurs only within the confines of my skull. I mean, I could also make a post a day about the little happinesses of my marriage, but I assume they would get boring to anyone who is not married to me, and therefore I tend to cut out the middleman and just tell them all directly to Megan. I could talk about gaming with my friends, but it would take a fair amount of work to go back to the beginning of each campaign, introduce each character, each player, etc. etc. ... I may try to do that with future games, however.
Oh, blogosphere. I owe you about twenty book reviews, most of them glowing. I owe you a chapter of The Hellion Prince within the next eight days. I owe you... no. I want to give you fireworks and shooting stars and roller coasters, drama and passion and the electricity of human tension. I want to make you think, and make you feel, and by God make you talk to me about it, because I crave your attention, focused here on my little e-soapbox. I want to do this because you do it for me, and I want to return the favor. I am grateful for the way each and every one of you has at some point transported me from a life of routine and penury and stress and delivered me into a transcendent realm of heroism and interconnectivity and ideas for my next twelve and a half novels.
And I want to ramble at you some more, on rainy days like this, when these are the only words that come pouring out of my fingertips.
