The ways of women are a mystery to me
, says The Living Laser. [ via LMG]
I’ve moved a lot of my linkage to here and here, which means I don’t post a lot of the old tidbits and tails to my blog. But some images demand to be shared.
In other completely unrelated news, I was sick (still am, slightly). Discovered that medical science still has a long way to go. Also, that I have friends, and that I can prove it, even if it requires me to cancel game night.
November is NaNoWriMo, and I’ve written 3066 words (considering I should write 1666 words a day to make the quota, I claim I’m at 37%, which I think isn’t that bad). I’m basically running myself a campaign in the (or a) setting of Shadow of My Desire, seeing if any of it holds enough suspension of disbelief to serve as a habitable fiction. Also, to shake the Amber out of it and see if (squinting in the right light) it can look like what the kids today call “original IP”. To shore up my confidence, I’ve been reading Zelazney’s Amber books, and in the last couple of days (with The Courts of Chaos having eluded me), Larry Niven’s World of Ptavvs. Ha! What sloppy prose, what awkward sexist portrayal of women! It instills me with the courage to write, like, sex scenes, and female characters with dialogue! Of course, if you look past their mawkish shortcomings at their ability to actually plot and tell a story, well, damn.