Exhausted, nauseous. A little spacey.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be writers... I was up too late last night writing (as evinced by KMFDM banter). Can't bloodywell post it, because it's too advanced in the story, but I know that azurelunatic will love it even if no one else does, because she loves it when Lara is called "Keeper of Memory", and here Donna gets formally called "Keeper's daughter"...
I like it that, by virtue of the fact that I'm writing so many people, along such a huge timeline, I get to veer into all different styles. I was able to be very modern-terse-aggressive last night, then old-fashioned and effusive, and then full-formal, etc., all totally organic, just by virtue of what was going on.
Y'all may or may not Get this. I hope you do. I would like to make money off of it. And stuff. But either way. I love doing it.
Ah, fuckit, I may post it when I get home anyway. :)
Have not received e-mail back from Brute Force.
If I do not receive word back this week, I'm going to go with Gallery Serpentine or Jurnecka Creations. Because, y'know, I want a corset. (manifestress, I know you love Dark Garden, but I don't have that kind of money!)
The DocOrion Update
He is safe arrived in VA. He bought a new charger for his computer, but I don't know that it worked, since I'm not seeing a post from him (he had yet to try it when I talked to him last night).
Mmmm. That is all for now, I think.