And I Spat on Her Back
Aug. 23rd, 2002 01:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
strange_aeonsI have discovered a fascinating thing. I can refrain from writing for a day, even a day during which I am, for the most part, fully conscious, and the world does not in any way end.
Amazing.
So, I skipped yesterday, because I was too damn tired to think — my sleep cycle is still not in what one might consider good working order — and today I wrote 838 words, and I feel pretty good about the world. It's come up that Q're's skin might not be the shade of red I have been laboring under the impression it is, that it may, in fact, be light blue, which is probably the fault of my sick fixation on blue chicks. I think she and I are going to have to have a talk about this.
Earlier, I was having a perfectly innocent conversation with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lilairen about buffing Clive's head, and I was blindsided by a bit of ... a culture. I'm not sure what world this is in; it doesn't sound like the setting of the WIP, though, so it very well may be a nation of tri-sexed critters (who I'm sure I shall name any moment now — damn it, I've got four languages on my plate right now and I'm not actively working on even one of them). It's ruled by some sort of body, appointed from the the priesthood, but they have a figurehead monarch who is completely mad — and in fact is chosen for precisely this quality, and for a tendency to spout delusional nonsense, from which blither is derived prophecy and whether to go to war and that sort of thing. It's an oracle. That's the word I was looking for earlier. Oracle. I think the priesthood runs the madhouses from which they nab new rulers when they need them -- it's not a hereditary monarchy. This setup is just asking to be rife with corruption.
Then we talked about alien porn for a while, which is pretty much business as usual.
Okay, I'm still pretty sure this song is about masturbation.
Amazing.
So, I skipped yesterday, because I was too damn tired to think — my sleep cycle is still not in what one might consider good working order — and today I wrote 838 words, and I feel pretty good about the world. It's come up that Q're's skin might not be the shade of red I have been laboring under the impression it is, that it may, in fact, be light blue, which is probably the fault of my sick fixation on blue chicks. I think she and I are going to have to have a talk about this.
Earlier, I was having a perfectly innocent conversation with
lilairen about buffing Clive's head, and I was blindsided by a bit of ... a culture. I'm not sure what world this is in; it doesn't sound like the setting of the WIP, though, so it very well may be a nation of tri-sexed critters (who I'm sure I shall name any moment now — damn it, I've got four languages on my plate right now and I'm not actively working on even one of them). It's ruled by some sort of body, appointed from the the priesthood, but they have a figurehead monarch who is completely mad — and in fact is chosen for precisely this quality, and for a tendency to spout delusional nonsense, from which blither is derived prophecy and whether to go to war and that sort of thing. It's an oracle. That's the word I was looking for earlier. Oracle. I think the priesthood runs the madhouses from which they nab new rulers when they need them -- it's not a hereditary monarchy. This setup is just asking to be rife with corruption.Then we talked about alien porn for a while, which is pretty much business as usual.
Okay, I'm still pretty sure this song is about masturbation.
