Author has written 13 stories for Evangelion, and Dungeons and Dragons.
Please select my race from the following options:
The reasons why the cool members of my family believe I'm weird:
Things I have to sit down and watch no matter what I'm doing. Sorry, son...that transfusion will just have to wait, so long as you're not peeing blood. Oh, you are.
King Kong (1933)
Questions posed in reviews will be addressed in my [squints at the screen]...livejournal? I'm going to have to get back to you on this. I'm sure there's a more engaging way to talk to people about what I wrote, like, seven years ago. What's this Twarter my sister keeps going on about?
Current Project: The De facto answer is still The Silent Night After the Party. I'll keep previous update posted.
Update (11-6-2013): Hey! Hey, I was around and thought I'd just. So...how's it going? Yeah? Still in Silver Spring? How's Cheyenne? She's...oh, okay. Oh. Oh. Wow, that's...I'm sorry. Y'know, we thought that'd work out, too, and we were, but that's how...yeah. Sorry. Sorry. Yeah, that's good, though, getting back on that...yeah. Oh, who? Oh, right! Is she now? Yeah, go! You should go. She wants to you to go--she wouldn't have told you otherwise...yeah, but not like that.
Huh? No, not really. I mean, I haven't quit, no. I mean, I have some ideas, but to sit down and put them down... Studying. I have some ideas, but to find the time and...I don't know. One thing at a time. I don't know. But...yeah. Hey, look, I gotta...yeah, good to see you. No, no, I gotta...yeah. Yeah, man. You, too. I'm telling you, go, trust me.
Update (4-8-2011): So...about that. My hard drive crashed last summer. I convinced myself I didn't care, which was better than admitting I spent the previous eight months off and on shaping the second chapter of TSNAtP into something I can really be proud of. I think everyone says that about what they're currently working on, but fact is I wanted it to be what I go out on. So I was taking my time. And I didn't take the advice I give to anyone who's doing anything of any importance on a computer: create a backup. So I can't even say I learned a lesson.
Knowing I was trying my best and effectively lost eight months of work because I didn't do the practical, sane thing? I think I'll call that compound discouragement. I still have the damaged hard drive, by the way--it's sitting on my dresser drawer. The damage to the drive is physical, and, in the Disney version of this universe, salvageable after weeks of antiseptic dissassembly and reassembly. So could I still get it all back? Was Han Solo frozen in carbonite? I suppose after all this time, I could have rewritten everything I had lost and kept on rolling. The thought would make me want to take a walk outside. Because I don't roll; I drag tills through permafrost. Never say never, but...you know. I'm sorry, everyone.
Next Project: TBD
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