You have to love little kids, don't you? Today our Bible story was about the crucifixion, so some man was dressed as a prisoner and told them in character all about it, and then they were "set free." And the "guard" told him that he would be locked up forever, and many of the kids crowded around him, offering suggestions to help him escape.
And then, quite spontaneously, three of the girls became very clingy, and a fourth offered me her picture of Abraham. It will hang on my wall. As soon as I get some tape.
Pyrae, I got your email, but it is too hot to reply. Deal with it.
I have lifesavers.
You know, once I'm actually rewriting and not writing entirely new scenes, it goes pretty fast.
Dilemma, though: I have never printed out non-schoolwork double-spaced, because it saves paper to single-space. But I can't edit on single-spaced pages. And, um, that means that the final tally will be somewhat in excess of four hundred printed pages. And that's rather a lot. Especially for my dumb old printer.
*runs off to beg friends for help*
And then, quite spontaneously, three of the girls became very clingy, and a fourth offered me her picture of Abraham. It will hang on my wall. As soon as I get some tape.
Pyrae, I got your email, but it is too hot to reply. Deal with it.
I have lifesavers.
You know, once I'm actually rewriting and not writing entirely new scenes, it goes pretty fast.
Dilemma, though: I have never printed out non-schoolwork double-spaced, because it saves paper to single-space. But I can't edit on single-spaced pages. And, um, that means that the final tally will be somewhat in excess of four hundred printed pages. And that's rather a lot. Especially for my dumb old printer.
*runs off to beg friends for help*
I have to give Lyra the first chapter and I've forgotten what the stars are for!
Lasa definitely didn't want to see her mother this morning, not on Separation Day. Arietta Taylor had raised her three children by herself, and in the only way she knew how: illegally. Lasa, like her brothers, knew how Separation worked, though as a civilian she really shouldn't. She didn't want to be reminded of that. She wanted to pretend - just for a little while - that she was normal.*
What's wrong - oh, I see, the "illegally." Right. Right? Then why isn't the star back there? I HATE THIS ARGH *hyperventilates*
Lasa definitely didn't want to see her mother this morning, not on Separation Day. Arietta Taylor had raised her three children by herself, and in the only way she knew how: illegally. Lasa, like her brothers, knew how Separation worked, though as a civilian she really shouldn't. She didn't want to be reminded of that. She wanted to pretend - just for a little while - that she was normal.*
What's wrong - oh, I see, the "illegally." Right. Right? Then why isn't the star back there? I HATE THIS ARGH *hyperventilates*
Two new icons! Say farewell to the wolves and the short-lived dementor, and hello to this and one other, which is now my default, so you'll be seeing enough of it eventually.
Me? Obsessed? I don't know what you could possibly be talking about.
Oh, and Pyrae? Do you think you could do some stuff to the duck for me in PhotoImpact?
Me? Obsessed? I don't know what you could possibly be talking about.
Oh, and Pyrae? Do you think you could do some stuff to the duck for me in PhotoImpact?
From here.
You are an SEDF--Sober Emotional Destructive Follower. This makes you an evil genius. You are extremely focused and difficult to distract from your tasks. With luck, you have learned to channel your energies into improving your intellect, rather than destroying the weak and unsuspecting.
Your friends may find you remote and a hard nut to crack. Few of your peers know you very well--even those you have known a long time--because you have expert control of the face you put forth to the world. You prefer to observe, calculate, discern and decide. Your decisions are final, and your desire to be right is impenetrable.
You are not to be messed with. You may explode.
You are an SEDF--Sober Emotional Destructive Follower. This makes you an evil genius. You are extremely focused and difficult to distract from your tasks. With luck, you have learned to channel your energies into improving your intellect, rather than destroying the weak and unsuspecting.
Your friends may find you remote and a hard nut to crack. Few of your peers know you very well--even those you have known a long time--because you have expert control of the face you put forth to the world. You prefer to observe, calculate, discern and decide. Your decisions are final, and your desire to be right is impenetrable.
You are not to be messed with. You may explode.
.