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counting down the days
Sep. 18th, 2002 11:10 pmTwo and a half weeks till I visit America and spend a fortnight visiting my friends. I have an urge to bounce up and down, to do celebratory dances, and to inform my friends (or, indeed, anyone who comes within range) of this.
I'd be better occupied making lists of things I need to do, and doing them. Tch.
In pursuit of which;
GENEVIEVE, GET YOUR REAR END IN GEAR.
(virtuously) That'll do for today.
Sigh. Ficwriting is at a pause, because I have other stuff which I need to do before the 5th of October, and am on a 1K-night rate, so at least I'm not getting bored.
I feel the urge to write about characters whom I haven't done yet, in particular Tempou and Kenren. Now I just need something to write. Gah.
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Those lost socks, the ones that always manage to disappear into the drier? You know what they're for, don't you? Every night, the Laundry Troll gathers up all the lost socks, and unravels them and then knits them all back together into a lacy shroud that's used to wipe the blood from the streets. Every night. So that in the morning, all is clean and clear again. Those shrouds are then burned to appease the ghosts of those slain by night's violence. Those socks are an offering, so that those ghosts won't lead innocents into dark alleys or dangerous dead ends... and, instead, take pity and keep a traveller from their own dark fates.
(by Carl, from Liralen)
I'd be better occupied making lists of things I need to do, and doing them. Tch.
In pursuit of which;
GENEVIEVE, GET YOUR REAR END IN GEAR.
(virtuously) That'll do for today.
Sigh. Ficwriting is at a pause, because I have other stuff which I need to do before the 5th of October, and am on a 1K-night rate, so at least I'm not getting bored.
I feel the urge to write about characters whom I haven't done yet, in particular Tempou and Kenren. Now I just need something to write. Gah.
---
Those lost socks, the ones that always manage to disappear into the drier? You know what they're for, don't you? Every night, the Laundry Troll gathers up all the lost socks, and unravels them and then knits them all back together into a lacy shroud that's used to wipe the blood from the streets. Every night. So that in the morning, all is clean and clear again. Those shrouds are then burned to appease the ghosts of those slain by night's violence. Those socks are an offering, so that those ghosts won't lead innocents into dark alleys or dangerous dead ends... and, instead, take pity and keep a traveller from their own dark fates.
(by Carl, from Liralen)
