The Lord President of Gallifrey requests....

OK, chaps and chapettes.

Time to show your age - who is your Doctor Who?

I'm guessing I know the answer already.


[Poll #168169]

The Lord President of Gallifrey requests....

OK, chaps and chapettes.

Time to show your age - who is your Doctor Who?

I'm guessing I know the answer already.


[Poll #168169]

WE LIKE THA MOON!

Be prepared to be warped for life.

Not rude, but not really work friendly unless you turn your speakers down nice and quiet. But you must have sound of some sort!

We Like The Moon...

Link nabbed from opalcat

I must lie down now.

WE LIKE THA MOON!

Be prepared to be warped for life.

Not rude, but not really work friendly unless you turn your speakers down nice and quiet. But you must have sound of some sort!

We Like The Moon...

Link nabbed from opalcat

I must lie down now.

Bloody typical

I realised today how to develop the story idea that's been looping around in my head for the past few months.

Now I have a direcdtion for it and an end point to aim for. I'm still unsure as to how long it will be; probably only a short story, but nonetheless longer than the snippets I've sprinkled like conffetti across my hard drive and occasional interweb fora over the past 12 months or so.

And now I have the inspiration, I find myself too tired to do anything about it. The room is warm and stuffy and I've had to turn the fan on again after one night of blissful cool. I think that a bloody warm front has gone over - it is actually warmer now than it was at 7pm.

The upshot is that I am somnolent and lethargic. It is a triumph of flesh over spirit since my mind is still filing away story options while I type this, but I know that I need to sit and give the idea my all if it is to read convincingly, and right now, pointless ramble such as this is as far as I can physically progress.

And here's jimfer with witty online conversation to shake me from my reverie...

Update

jimfer has just this moment announced to me by Messenger that he doesn't "do witty."

After a half hour natter with the lad I'm inclined to agree.

That is all.

Bloody typical

I realised today how to develop the story idea that's been looping around in my head for the past few months.

Now I have a direcdtion for it and an end point to aim for. I'm still unsure as to how long it will be; probably only a short story, but nonetheless longer than the snippets I've sprinkled like conffetti across my hard drive and occasional interweb fora over the past 12 months or so.

And now I have the inspiration, I find myself too tired to do anything about it. The room is warm and stuffy and I've had to turn the fan on again after one night of blissful cool. I think that a bloody warm front has gone over - it is actually warmer now than it was at 7pm.

The upshot is that I am somnolent and lethargic. It is a triumph of flesh over spirit since my mind is still filing away story options while I type this, but I know that I need to sit and give the idea my all if it is to read convincingly, and right now, pointless ramble such as this is as far as I can physically progress.

And here's jimfer with witty online conversation to shake me from my reverie...

Update

jimfer has just this moment announced to me by Messenger that he doesn't "do witty."

After a half hour natter with the lad I'm inclined to agree.

That is all.