This could become a habit. I'm at Panera(TM) again this time with my lap top (affectionately christened 'Rea' by several of my friends. Rea is masculine name, btw , it comes from the Irish and he is so far the most beloved of my characters. Hey, he's got his own fan club and he's not even in print before the masses yet!) tipity typing away and uploading photographs. Unfortunately I don't think they are going to be any higher res. than the ones m'lord e-mailed me. For whatever reason they are only roughly a MB each. But they are rather adorable. The authors I mean. Hmmm.
Can fantasy authors be described as ''adorable'' I wonder? Or is that like saying "Fuzzah Wuzzah Balrog"? In other words, not something recommended if you wish to live a long and happy life. Ah well, I will find out.
Now if you will excuse me, I have to finish 'frustrating' my poor Rea. When last I left him he was surrounded by men with bows and bolts on string. Wouldn't want to be him. ;)
Friday, August 3, 2007
On the Lam (again)
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Psalm 49
A Psalm of Repentance
About Me
- everlastingscribe
- I tell stories all day long. Some with my pen, some with my keyboard and if you can find me, buy me a coffee and I'll tell you one too!
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Nice. I'll be visiting my friendly little restaurant on Sunday after church :D I can't wait!
I wasn't planning on going :-D I had to go and use their wifi (friends don't let friends use dial up) and so while wifi-ing I decided to do some writing as well.
Also, I've been wearing the bracelet you gave me so much that I've nearly worn the silver off the letter cubes. :-D I love the worn look next to the bright beads.
But then Rea confounds his attackers by pulling for the holy hand grenade, which shall be thrown on the count of four. ;-)
No no no, don't give him ideas. Right now I'm being very not nice and not allowing him to be armed. Which makes sense considering where he came from. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
On the count of THREE Sir Knight!
Poor guy. *Sob* he got shot through the wing (he has wings cool huh?) and fell like a 'wounded bat' (they are like bat wings) into the thatched roof of a cottage. *Sniffle* Well, check that, he fell on and then through the roof. He fell a great distance ;) and mass plus velocity dictated that he go into the roof.
Where he was found by a kind hearted maiden that hid him from his attackers and they formed a lovely friendship and had tea and crumpets and skipped merrily down the lane to the land of happily ever after.
Nahhh.
Where's the fun in that?
Ha, ha! The cruelty we inflict on our characters.
Mwahaha!
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