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cyranoI finally broke the creative stranglehold and wrote a couple of things. They're not great, but they're done. I beat off the bastard writer's block that's been sitting on me for a month.
Rite of the Totem
This is my part of a Werewolf ritual for an online game. Severs is my sneaky Shadowlord spooky spirit talker. I was strongly strongly tempted to write it so that Severs was joined into the pack that will be forming in this scene, and not tell them until they discovered it in character. (:
The story of Alain and Edgar Etalon du Toille
This is backstory for my table top pirate game, and what I meant when I said I'd discovered a way to start the French Revolution. Those of you who are in the game and are not Laurie, this is restricted information. If you feel comfortable separating IC and OOC, then please feel free to read and enjoy.
I haven't even started the write up for the session yet because I'm sad and lame.
Also, my triceps still burn in a most unpleasant fashion. I am drinking lots of water, taking tylenol, having hot showers, gently massaging my arms and trying to stretch them at least once an hour. I suspect that tomorrow night's regimen will concentrate more on lower body work and may be abbreviated.
Earlier noted in email to one of my friends who knows me well and occasionally helps me do the same: I may have a black streak, and if my housemate's door is closed for 24 hours I may start wondering what I'll do if she's died in there, but I suspect that at heart I must be an optimist. Because every night when I come home from work, before I go to the living room to check email I stop in to have a look in my bed, to see if there's anybody in there waiting for me.
(Notes: Mom, I got the vitamins. Tamago, I got the sneakers which I have not yet tried on.)
Rite of the Totem
This is my part of a Werewolf ritual for an online game. Severs is my sneaky Shadowlord spooky spirit talker. I was strongly strongly tempted to write it so that Severs was joined into the pack that will be forming in this scene, and not tell them until they discovered it in character. (:
The story of Alain and Edgar Etalon du Toille
This is backstory for my table top pirate game, and what I meant when I said I'd discovered a way to start the French Revolution. Those of you who are in the game and are not Laurie, this is restricted information. If you feel comfortable separating IC and OOC, then please feel free to read and enjoy.
I haven't even started the write up for the session yet because I'm sad and lame.
Also, my triceps still burn in a most unpleasant fashion. I am drinking lots of water, taking tylenol, having hot showers, gently massaging my arms and trying to stretch them at least once an hour. I suspect that tomorrow night's regimen will concentrate more on lower body work and may be abbreviated.
Earlier noted in email to one of my friends who knows me well and occasionally helps me do the same: I may have a black streak, and if my housemate's door is closed for 24 hours I may start wondering what I'll do if she's died in there, but I suspect that at heart I must be an optimist. Because every night when I come home from work, before I go to the living room to check email I stop in to have a look in my bed, to see if there's anybody in there waiting for me.
(Notes: Mom, I got the vitamins. Tamago, I got the sneakers which I have not yet tried on.)
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