My work-in-progress (WIP) looks nothing like it used to.
I started These Ghosts of Ours - which I hesitantly call a novel - an embarrasingly long time ago, as a teenager.
I've actually probably been working on it for half my life at this point, although I've had massive breaks of years when I didn't do anything on it at all because my life was imploding in various ways, shapes, and forms. 😅
(If I'm lucky I may finish These Ghosts of Ours by the time I'm 100! Woo!)
'“You gotta stop dying on me.”
“Okay? Sure”, Daniel snorted. “Anything else you need, dear?”
“Yes. Help me stay alive.”'
Let me introduce you to Grace Le Domas:
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- this is her wedding day.
Today she married the man of her dreams, Alex Le Domas, a family member of the Le Domas boardgame empire.
And tonight, in-keeping with Le Domas family tradition, she'll sit down with her new in-laws and play a game.
This is the horror film Ready or Not.
It's Thursday, this week has gone uber-fast, let's get some comics-y superhero-y goodness!
September was pretty good, on the whole.
For me - not for like, the Royal family, or the British economy, or the numerous wars and natural disasters etc.
...I'ma get back to me now 😅
Yeah - I kind of trotted along, for the most part, just doing what I do.
Keeping metaphorically swimming and all that jazz.
Making some progress on this 'n' that, y'know?
...I'm not great at explaining things from my life so that they sound exciting 😅
I've been trying, lately, to let myself be tired when I'm tired.
Now, that probably seems simple to a lot of you - you lucky folks who get tired and just... accept it.
But me? Apparently when I'm tired, my natural reaction is to do more.
Which... uh... makes no sense.
I'm going to assume it's at least partly down to the tiger vs. not tiger thing I've talked about before. 😅
I.e. my weird little hooman bean brain thinks we're under attack and/or vulnerable in some way when I'm tired, and pushes me to be alert to the dangers/fight the tiger/whatever.
'Bucky turns back to the screen in front of him and can’t help his flinch as the bright light turns into what might as well be an ice pick to his brain.'
Bucky has had it!
I mean, it's one thing coming to terms with ex-assassin-ing, super-soldier-ing, and being in the actual goddamn future, but now there's all this psychic b*llsh** on top?!
Dude can't catch a break!
It's Thursday, happy October, let's get some comics-y, superhero-y goodness!
