What Was I Saying...?

I am home today, resting my back after the punishment it took last week and yesterday. It's mostly okay, except every once in a while it will hit me with a short-but-intensely-painful spasm. ( Collapse )

I've probably commented in the past (and even if I haven't, I'm going to now) that my fantasy has a definite tendency towards the unfantastic. Although there are usually some fantasy elements in any given story (the rare elf, the occasional undead sorcerer-king), most of my fantasy tales feature pretty mundane folk; that's just the way my tastes run.

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I want to find that little guy inside my head who keeps saying, "Yeah, but..." stuff a gag in his mouth, wrap a lead chain around him, and toss him into the Chesapeake.

Yeah, but then you'd just be arrested.

SHUT UP, YOU!

-The Gneech