I really need to develop a cloning machine so I can do all the things I want to do.
I’m currently so addicted to Dragon Age that I find myself playing until three in the morning. I’ve had to force myself to work on Alayne’s Story and The Unexiled instead of sitting at my computer playing Dragon Age.
It’s that good.
Still, I am still writing, taking some advantage of my forced vacation to get some work done. I also need to kick my husband out of the apartment for a day to get some serious cleaning done. But, between Dragon Age, WoW, writing, and reading, I’ve not had much time to update this blog. So, I’ll take a moment to let you know that I had a good Christmas. I’m not looking forward to the beginning of January, though. My brother was born in early January and this will be the first birthday with him gone.
I miss him a lot. I wish there were some way to bring him back. I hate being the only one left. I feel like all the expectations my parents had for him are now on my shoulders and I don’t know that I can live up to all that. Hell, it’s been tough enough living up to just what they expected out of me. Now that he’s gone, I’ve got a whole different set of ideals and responsibilities to live up to. As if his slacking off when we were younger, forcing me to do all the chores so we both wouldn’t get in trouble wasn’t enough…thanks, Jerry. I really and totally needed this. Truly. ><
His ass is so kicked when I get up there. He and I had a good system worked out to take care of our parents. He wanted to stay in Mississippi and I wanted to never see the place (aside from the occasional visit) again. He was content there. I was a star-peg in a square hole. After I pretty much ran off and got married (and ran off to France of all places), found my dream job, and set up a pretty good life for myself, Jerry and I said that he would stay in the South and take actual care of our parents when they got old and I would do what I could from a distance. I would send money (God knows I make enough of it at my fairly awesome job). I could lend moral support. I could come for a visit and bring exotic gifts and stories that my mother would listen to politely without understanding but that Jerry would get and would laugh about.
And now, that’s not going to work. My folks have always been wanting me to at least move back to the States. I’m willing to, as long as it’s some place like California or Texas or some place that is NOT a repeat of where I left. But, I’m starting to wonder if that would be good enough for them. Mom has definite ideas of what she wants and no matter how many times I try to explain to her that it’s not what I want, she doesn’t really listen. Dad does but she doesn’t.
Why oh why did this all have to happen? And why oh why can’t I just go smack the shit out of those responsible for it? It’s hard enough for me to stay still when my inclination is to run off again, to vanish for a while, start a new life, and try very hard not to remember the past. But, I’m married now. That trick won’t work. And, I can’t get much further away than I have already. The moon, perhaps…
I’ve always gone through life like a bit of a tumbleweed. I don’t put down roots. I don’t get attached. I don’t let very damned many people get to know the real me. I’m fine like that. I’m safer that way. Hell, I’m happier that way. But now…now I feel like I have no choice. I’ll have to put down those roots. I’ll have to try to let people at least think they know me. I’ll have to fake a closeness I won’t feel and an open-ness that isn’t true. At least, until it drives me crazy and I gnaw my leg off to escape the trap I can feel closing down on me.
Well, enough whining out of me. Back to working on these stories and then playing Dragon Age or WoW.
I have just posted the latest update to Alayne’s Story over on the WoW-Europe RP forums. We’re finally getting into the Ulduar story arc.
Now, about The Unexiled. I’ve some bad news. I have had a very rough week this week and, by the time I got home and got finished with work on Alayne’s Story, I was too tired to work on The Unexiled. Now, I’m going to get my butt out of bed early tomorrow morning and try to get a few pages added to it. Provided, of course, I can keep from succumbing to the temptation that is Dragon Age Origins. I’ll try to send it out on Sunday afternoon but no promises. If I don’t get it out this weekend, it’ll go out next Friday.
And now, back to work.
I’m addicted to Dragon Age Origins.
This game is awesome.
I had to force myself to take a break tonight to get some writing done. Hopefully, I’ll finish this week’s update to Alayne’s Story tomorrow and get a good crack on The Unexiled as well.
And now, off to bed.
I have just posted the latest update to Alayne’s Story over on the WoW-Europe RP forum. This week’s update closes up the Malygos divergence arc.
I will be sending out The Unexiled tonight. I will warn you all that there’s not been much added since the last update went out due to vacation and illness. However, now that I seem to have finally beaten that stomach virus *knocks on wood* and I’m getting back into my routine, the next update should be better.
And now, time to review tactics for ToGC 10.
Whenever I decide to take time off work to relax, I get sick.
I hate being sick.
I managed to contract some kind of mutant, intestine-liquefying stomach virus on my way home from the States last week. This nasty piece of work has had me bed-ridden or, worse, toilet-ridden, since Sunday night. Today is the first day I’ve been able to eat anything which means, I hope, that whatever it is that took up residence in my gut has finally been forcibly evicted. Details of said eviction will, of course, be kept to myself because I doubt any of you are that interested in my bodily functions.
The only upside to this is that I have probably managed to drop ten pounds in a few days. Not that I care much for this particular method of weight-loss but hey, whatever. I will always try to look for the silver-lining, even in this particular stinky cloud.
Anyhow, Alayne’s Story will be updated tomorrow and The Unexiled will go out tomorrow.
Now, back to drinking dark tea and praying that this thing really has gone for good instead of just tricking me into thinking it’s gone like it did earlier this week.