Moods–quirky lot, those things. All week I’ve been in the mood to write a love story, about waiting, abandonment, life with ghosts, all covered in ivy, icy moonbeams, and seamstresses tailored in silk.
But I can never think of an ending.
But, if anyone’s interested, here’s what I’ve been doing — over the Winterfeast of Veiled Disappointment I made sure to run those dailies as often as I could, on every character, until I got the yeti mount thing not only for myself, but Druid Cub and CD Rogue. Yes, I could have sold the extras, and for a pretty gold penny too, but meh. Oh, and our mutual friend Breige talked me into moving some characters to Aerie Peak to join ConvertToRaid, and I haven’t begun to dig out all the bonuses they offer.
CD Rogue found a new job, so hopefully things will improve around here. I’ll find some head space to write, but right now I just feel this pallid sense of letting everyone down all the time. Over the holiday I did catch a horrible case of blues, so bad, so sudden, that I couldn’t go to my book club. It was weird: it felt anthropomorphic, and cruel. But that’s why we in the Northern Hemisphere light a lot of fires in December. I damn near wanted to set the manger on fire, but nothing should make baby Jesus cry.
Yes, Old Ladies. I need you. Look for requests to go do stuff.