There was a time when it was warm, but that was before the darkness came. The darkness and the rain. I feel like a moleman, I'm one more day of darkness away from trying to destroy the Fantastic Four with an earthquake machine.
Some day I'll drag you all down to my filthy, subterranean level.
I should point out that I ran out of coffee around Wednesday and couldn't afford anymore. So I've spent two days running off my own steam and I'm a lazy bastard, so that meant lots of flouncing around like a nineteenth century dandy after spinal surgery. But I got some coffee today and went a bit overboard on the stuff. I had three cups while writing before so I'm on the downswing of a massive caffeine crash at the moment, so this might not make as much sense as you're used to.
Because I feel I have established myself as a person who makes a tonne of sense at all times. You come to my blog expecting a certain level of quality and I feel as though I'm letting you down.
In serious Matt news, I reckon I'm about half way through the third part of Hair of the Dog. I discovered a major conspiracy that threads through all three parts of the book, pretty cool since I never intended it to be there. It's like my subconscious knows which way this story is going to go and is subtly shoving me towards it. I can't go into too much detail without giving spoilers -- you'll just have to wait until January if you care at all.
Speaking of Gallaetha, I did some major planning today. I wrote during two train journeys, my lunch break and during some computer downtime that I had. I think I've ironed out most of the plot holes between here and the end. I even addressed an issue that wasn't going to rear its head until chapter 9. I have a detailed schematic of everything that's going to happen over the next five chapters, all I have to do is wade in and type the thing up.
That's usually the part that's most fun. Figuring out how to phrase each part, describing the world and all its weird creatures and people. Actually, the entire process is great fun. That's why I obsess over it so much.
This caffeine crash is turning me into a robot now. I'm running out of gumption so I should finish here.
I just wanted to blog something here so people know I exist. I don't know what sort of weirdo is actually following this blog, but here it is. I'm still alive.
I'm gonna try to get more stories and stuff up here soon. There's actually a bunch of rejected stories that I want to round up like the usual suspects and line them up along. I just need to run through them and make them look all pretty for you, nebulous reader-beast.