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To start off, ohmiGod, Pyrae, I love you so much. Yeah, my birthday was in April, but it was a lovely present anyway. "Lovely" doesn't do it justice, does it? Um. It was better than "Soul Music." Which is my second favorite book ever.

You're going to have to wait on being number one until the thing's finished, I'm afraid.

Anyway, I've just realized how completely sadistic I am in my writing. For the first seven and a half chapters of the Trilogy, everyone has been begging me to "make Nick more important." As if the fact that he's the grandson of the most important person in the history of the world wasn't importance enough.

Well, they're going to get their wish.

From about this point on in the Trilogy, Nick will constantly be either "dying" or going slowly insane. Often both.

And you said he wasn't important, Lyra. Shame on you.

This is, admittedly, probably mainly so we can have all the adorable Elliott/Nicholas parts. Similar to the Jack/Daniel in "Lockdown," except that, you know, Nick doesn't quite have the calm references down yet.

So really, it's more like:

Nick: You [shot] me!
Elliott: ...no I didn't.
Nick: You totally did!
Elliott: ...did not.
Seth: We all saw you.
Elliott: ...I hate you.
Nick: You [SHOT] me!

(I like keeping secrets. Can you tell?)

Nostalgia, mainly

You know, it's times like this, when I'm all excited and nervous and overjoyed about Darkest Hour, that I really regret what happened to my old RPG.

See, that was back when I was just a kid who didn't know what I was doing. I was absolutely in love with the show Digimon, and I wanted more than the (really stupid) fanfics I was writing. So I convinced Jenny and Shannon, neither of whom watched the show regularly, to join an RPG I started about it.

It was silly - three people playing a bunch of characters - but it sort of worked. I remember hundreds of phone conversations about the game. I remember staying up late one night talking to Jenny about the backstories of our characters. I remember arguing about love triangles - lots of arguing - and I remember playing really stupid tricks that could never have worked if we hadn't been real-life friends.

We were so young. We were so stupid.

We were so happy.

And I've missed it, since it ended. I regret that I have no logs, that I can't remember much more than names. I regret that the three of us never talk anymore.

But I've never regretted actually doing it.

And I've missed RPing, since I stopped playing on the Pern MOOs. And I'm glad I get to start again.

As I begin to create my character journal, my icons, everything, and as I count down the days until Darkest Hour begins...I'm really, really happy.

Thanks, starrysummer, for putting up that link to the website.

(Although it's going to be annoying for awhile, having to keep checking which journal I'm signed into. Sigh.)

Pyrae!

I'm going to go watch Stargate. Call me or come over. Well, call me before you come over. That would probably be the smart thing to do, eh?

This has to stop happening to me.

Every time I try to write a story, a sequel turns up. Or two. Or three. The offspring of my stories will not die. There is no such thing as sterility.

I tried with TSPB, I swear I did. How many times did I repeat the mantra: "One-off, one-off, one-off"? How much did I want to kill Zacharias, not only because it felt right, but also because I was so very determined that it was going to be a one-off, dammit?

And then the prequel sprang up from nowhere, and thankfully it is now dead, but...but...

The sequel ideas won't leave me alone.

One-off. TSPB is a one-off. It's supposed to end, it's not supposed to keep going! I don't want it to keep going! I like the way it ends!

Why won't it go away?

My only hope is to write the first chapter of my Yu-Gi-Oh! threequel immediately, because that, at least, cannot spawn further. Nineteen chapters, I swear it. Then it ends.

Then again, it is the threequel of something that was originally a one-off...

*sigh* I guess I'm just no good at letting go.

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I love when I surprise myself.

I actually wrote part of the threequel, like I said I would, and unless my parents suddenly arrive, I should be able to put it up just now.

The annoying thing is, ff.net claims to have fixed things, so I could have tried italics and stuff. I didn't find this out until just now, of course, and I just want to get it up. I can always reload it later if it turns out italics do work.