Amanda’s game After the Accident was mentioned in the new Rosebush article, which was very exciting and pleasant for me- the transformation of my poem still amazes me. She’s a fantastic writer.
I was a little worried earlier about Dan- I hadn’t heard from him when normally we check in briefly in the mornings, (even if most of the time I’m scrambling while brushing my teeth to make it in time for the bus and to get a decent bite to eat before class) but I was right about guessing that he’d been dozing off because of the painkillers. It was good to know that nothing unfortunate had developed suddenly. And it’s always nice to hear from the people you love.
Sleepy. In some comfy pyjamas, and I got some work done on an assignment, even with a killer migraine earlier from the storm front. It’s the weekend- how exciting! I’m hoping to spend some time with my diary tomorrow, after refilling my fountain pen- the Preppy is half empty after mindless scribbles in my notebook earlier to relax and destress, and could do with being topped up with a shot of pink.
But it’s nothing urgent. There is a pleasure in the physicality of refilling it, though- and the inky fingers you’re left with that mark you as someone else in the hobby, to people in the know. And that anticipation is sort of buzzingly pleasant in of itself.
Tabitha shared a very interesting game jam that I’ve been turning over in my head ambiently, in the sort of unfocused, lackadaisical way of things tossed into the ideas stock pot for simmering: writing a story focused on breathing life into a character who is not traditionally the hero of the story, and who has been kidnapped. Thinking it might be cool to do a take on the luck of the town from Mosca’s story… (Which, as Mike informed me awhile back, is likely an homage to the Omelas story, judging from the time of publication.) So many OCs to choose from.
It’s nice to have something to preoccupy myself with, while I’m missing someone. (Of course that feeling lingers. But pushing it off to the side with a shiny bright fun idea, and anticipating the fun and delight in sharing it with them when they return, and hoping that they’re holding up alright- that’s nice in of itself. It’s no substitute for the pleasure of their company, but all good things come in time.) Also updated my blog: which I’ve been having a lot of fun with, after figuring out the syntax I need to pop into the Javascript-y bit to get the post array to work properly, consistently.
Hopefully I sleep a little better than last night. And if I don’t, well- that’s alright. That’s what coffee’s for.
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