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This piece is related to something I've been working on on CCGR-it and the novel have been most of my writing for a bit. ________ Close. Too close. He's afraid of me now. I never wanted to scare him, never wanted this. I told him to leave! He's not awake when I leave. Dead? Don't know...

Sorry for spacing out on this thread.:( I've been doing some writing on CCGR and working on my novel lately-not yesterday, though, because of work. I need to post something here soon, though, I suppose. :o

:D Thanks. Microsoft usually doesn't hate me, strangely.

100 words today: story section posted on CCGR, worked on chapter three of my novel, having lost all of said chapter when my laptop puked.

My laptop puked. Thus, I haven't posted anything. I will probably put something up tomorrow.

I spent days, months, analyzing words. Even as a child I pored over meanings, considered the influence of language. What effect would it have where there was no word for "good", merely one for "useful"? But such was useless, just as my presence here is. Though it's not as if they had an...

Perhaps. But I would think that having more talent would allow for the possibility of reaching a higher level....:(

Today, a hundred words on the novel, not posted.

This is a fragment for the story idea I'm working out.... _________ "Where?" The noise echoed throughout the room, untraceable to a single source. "Does where matter?" Deiten paced from one end of the oak table to another. "This is not Mandar. We can be reached within a day nonetheless. And...

Hundred words-story outline set in Karllearan, not posted.

I'm saying that he probably has more talent than me, and thus will probably reach a higher level of writing skill in time.

He'll be much better than me, in time.:(

Didn't you get something extra if you went for a month?:confused:

"Traves," Amelia waved one hand in front of his face. "Traves, are you feeling sick? You haven't touched your salad." Traves blinked, then shook his head, shaking a few short wisps of auburn away from his eyes. "Just thinking about the ship." "Again. Why now?" "Because it's gone. If I...

Nice eye pic...the feeble extent of my artistic talent is illustrated by my avatar.

Ok...if this doesn't make sense, apologies. I'm tired. _____________ We found it hard enough to eat the horses, to eat any meat, after what we had seen. But we did so. Water, at least, we retained enough of, and that had not been contaminated yet. The ashes across the sky had already slain...

:D I will join you.

My artistic capacities are quite limited, unfortunately. :(

She's doing everything she can. Has been doing so for a long time.:(

:( The character wouldn't do that...and you should know that.