falconesse
- @ You were. Her name was Lyresse Mathers.about 1 hour ago from web in reply to Arrens
- Cryptic business trip email: "Pack your favorite t-shirt." Which geekery do I bring: Browncoats, Sandman/Death, or Dalaran U?about 2 hours ago from web
- I swear the dishwashing is for cookie-making purposes, not cat-vacuuming.6:06 PM Nov 6th from web
- I think I've just become the bane of IT's existence. GO ME!12:58 PM Nov 6th from web
- @ Getting to 50,000's not the important part. Writing consistently in November and *continuing to write* come December is. <37:12 AM Nov 5th from web in reply to justanna
- @ I bet she's evil in V, too.6:49 PM Nov 3rd from web in reply to torteya
- @ Algebra's rusty, but I don't think so. Next: 8x-5 = 3x-3+5x. Simplified 8x-5 = 8x-3. Subtract 8x from each and you get -5 = -3.11:34 AM Nov 3rd from web in reply to greyseer
- NaNoers, this means you! "When I’m reading about writing, I’m not writing." (via @ & @)6:37 AM Nov 3rd from web
- @ When's it due? I'm horribly camera-shy, but if I can help when I'm out there, I will!8:06 PM Nov 2nd from web in reply to shannonerin
- Word count met. Still sucks. Now that I think I know where the action starts, might start there tomorrow, just to see.6:29 PM Nov 2nd from web
- @ How about those awesome people over at WTT:RP? (/shameless XD)1:42 PM Nov 1st from web in reply to shizukera
- Word count for the day: 1709. It's rife with infodump and cliche, likely to be cut. Still, gets me started.1:37 PM Nov 1st from web
- I shuffle to the road alongside thwarted, empty-eyed followers. They take no notice of me, but their chant echoes in my mind. 6:04 PM Oct 31st from Twaitter
- I don't know why it's gone. I hid my eyes. Someone else - or someTHING else - stopped it while I quivered in the mud. 5:56 PM Oct 31st from Twaitter
- It's... submerging, its primordial bulk sliding back beneath the mud. The cultists are wailing, begging forgiveness. 5:48 PM Oct 31st from Twaitter
- Hope is lost. Ia. Ia. The Old Ones are loosed from R'lyeh, Ia, Ia. I'm so sorry, Ia. Ia. 5:36 PM Oct 31st from Twaitter
- They've brought meat. Don't want to know what kind. Slithering limbs catch the offerings and raise them to its gullet. 5:21 PM Oct 31st from Twaitter
- It towers over us. Its disciples caper and splash. Its many-toothed maw stretches wide and bellows. I'm too scared to run. 5:17 PM Oct 31st from Twaitter
- Will they try again? Will I be able to stop it? I'll spend my coming days among dusty tomes, gathering my courage just in case. 5:06 PM Oct 31st from Twaitter
- Ground trembling. Swamp water churning. The cultists are ecstatic, shrieking their victory. I crouch low, hope they don't see. 5:03 PM Oct 31st from Twaitter
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