That Moment...

You might not like it as much as you think, most of it is about fairies and magic and monsters (oh and there are some evil badgers as well).

It's a long way away from being done yet, in fact only about half of it is even properly planned out. At least I'm making progress, though.

 

TMW...you suddenly realise a pointy-eared, googly-eyed strange man from outa space must live next door cos he's hearing the same things as you are...

 

TMW you're listening to some random high speed death metal song, and Kermit the Frog shouts "Noooo, not this time!" in the middle of a break down. Yeah, I lost it.

 

Nnnooooooooo!! Animals aren't evil! Only (some) people can be called that!

 

TMW when your goodbuddy uses a variant of the verb "to parse" and you are transported back to where you first encountered the word.

 

My dude, if it's the same place I first came across that word, know that I am having a moment. A goosebumpy moment.

 

It is.

 

MISS PIGGY: "Ready to experience pleasure, Kermie?"

 

FIFY:

 

KERMIE: I'll hop right to it, Miss Piggy! I'll hop to it right now! Oh yes I will! I will!

 

What place is that?

 

It lies behind a veil. It sleeps with the priestesses of Glastonbury Tor. It is located in a direction that has no name. We cannot speak of it. We can only glance at one another knowing we have been through the veil. We have seen Avalon.

Or to quote E.V.E.

 

Kermit: "I'm ready to squeal with pleasure, like a piggie, for Miss Piggy!"

 

... So the first rule of DCLIPTM is you do not talk about DCLIPTM?

Will I be disappeared for saying that?

 

TMI, Link, TMI...

 

Yes. We will adjust your settings so you can only post in white text and no one will see what you're saying.

 

TMW you figure your MC (well first so far) in your new WIP
is a mix between Barron Harkonen, a Druhkari, and a merchant
that really doesn't care about much other than getting paid for
whatever manufacturing happens to be sought after.

 

And a lot of sheep.

 

TMW you get to bed at 6:00 AM and wake up at two in the afternoon. But instead of getting up you open your laptop and start messing around on social media for the next two hours. Then you look at the clock on your screen and it's only noon.

Darn dyslexia!

 

That moment when you are still itchy even though you scrubbed away the nature. Gahhhh I need more powerful allergy medication.

 

I thought dyslexia was word blindness?

 

Yeah, with numbers it's dyscalculia