Once again, just ignore me. I'm just ranting. I CANNOT EFFING BELIEVE I'M SHYING OUT/INTIMIDATED BY WRITING MY FIRST ACTUAL LEO SCENE oh fer crying out loud. What a flippin moron. You are a spaz, you know that? Dork. You're not even gonna freakin publish. Grow up. It's not like anyone's watching. The only one that sees it is Mr. Word Perfect, and he's put up with so much of your nonsense at this point, nothing fazes him. Matt's already lost it on you---the only response you get from him now is either an eye roll or a laugh. Heck, even Moira is smiling and shaking her head. Yup. Ms. Proper. And it---ohhh don't even ask. Just don't. He left a long time ago. It's been... like, what---four days now? Of you fartin' around? Circling it and then going to do something in the kitchen, and then drawing some more, and then wandering aimlessly around the house just because you can't sit yer lil tush down and type some words. *sigh* Do you want paper and pen? You'll only have to type it again later on. Just flippin type it. You know what happens. You're the dork that's waited so long to get to it. You've built it up so much in your head you don't think you can wordificate it. ....writers. They're so weird....
Before me is a brick wall. I need to farking punch through this wall. All because I have a stupid rhythm thing. This paragraph needs another sentence or two before I can move on. Moira's thinking this is the end of the world as far as a possibility with Leo is concerned. Grrrr.......and I need another sentence. I mean, she's just found out he's not even her species. So she's looking at a "permanent divide...." and what comes after that....ggrrrrrrr...!!! Don't read this, by the way. I'm just trying to babble myself out of The Block of Evil. I can waste days on this crap, and I don't want to waste days. As days pass, scenes can rot in my head. There's one good piece of news, at least---Leo hasn't run away in my head again. I think he's actually here to stay this time, thank goodness. Moira's really picked up many new dimensions too, which is great, since a lot of this is gonna be through...well, no, not through her eyes only. Lots of eyes, actually. Maybe Matt's the most though. Hmmm.... in fact many viewpoints, all but Leo, for obvious reasons. I'll do a funky text thing with him at the end, and really do a mind-bender job on typefaces and text layout to represent his faster-than-any-carbon-based-life-form thinking, but for right now, shifting to his point of view in this scene would be, like, bad. So that can't save me here...hm. So Moira's looking at the permanent divide....what next. What does she think next. Her used-to-be-human interest is being snarky in the background, because Tabea went over his head and told Moira more or less what he was thinking, and he started to go into snark mode and moved wrong, making his right leg hurt. So now the healer is fussing over that, and he just wants everyone to clear out---except Moira---and....oh, who cares what he thinks. We're not in his mind right now. It's Moira. permanent divide.....what next. who's real. the perfectly wonderful human she worked with, or this giant wyvern type thing. are they even one and the same. hm. mebbe that'll do..... /smashes window /grabs text /runs before writing cops see her