What Was I Saying...?

I just thought of how to begin the next session of my D&D game, whenever we get a chance to play again. And it's eeeeeevil. It makes perfect sense given the plot so far ... but it's big and dangerous.

Oh well, adventuring is a dangerous profession ... and poking your nose into sinister plots doesn't help matters.

-The Gneech

Sometimes, there is just a fundamental disconnect between the creative urge, the idea generating machine, and the dictates of reality. As I mentioned yesterday, I've got a big ol' pile of crud to do today, and it's already 11:30. What have I accomplished? Exactly nil, unless you count eating breakfast. ( Collapse )

Well, work was ... itself. Christian may be leaving the store; if he does, I'll try to snag the night shift ... assuming of course, that I don't have a new job come tomorrow afternoon.

My earlier post about writing certainly generated a lot of commentary, including some in private e-mail ... thanks for the input, everybody! :) I have wonderful friends.

Anyway, it's late now and I'm tired, so I'm heading off to bed. Tomorrow's strip is ready to roll, and I'll be off interviewing at Circle all day ... so wish me luck!

I shall do my best. :)

-The Gneech