happy birthday, elly

I decided the other day that Far-Harad is just too far away from home. In that moment, I figured, I ought to come back home. And then I realized . . . I wasn't really sure where home was, anymore. I suppose it's where you hang your heart, where you make it . . . but to that end, then Far-Harad should have been home for me ( Read more... )

Happy birthday, Elly.

BEWARE!!! ITALICS!!!

*busts out a table and chairs, along with a deck of cards inside The Box/Closet where he, and all the others, have been stashed away. He shuffles it sadly and deals out five cards to four empty spots on the table, and then five to himself*

Anti-up, gentlemen!

. . .

*sigh*

Anyone? Hello?
*echo*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!1

I want to apologise to everyone, for my dissappearance over the last few weeks. I got a book offer a few months back, and completely forgot about it until a few weeks ago, when the publisher of Gamgee Spawn contacted me, asking if I was ready to send my manuscript to the printer. O.O Whoops! Hadn't even STARTED. So I've been written nonstop, ( Read more... )

Happy birthday, Elly!!!

Love. :)

I'm an uncle!

Wow. *stunned*

*runs around, trying to make all the guests at Elanor's comfortable. Passes out congratulatory cigars as well, to be smoked outside* :D:D:D:D:D

holy shit

I've sort of locked myself inside for the past few days, doing a lot of reading. Lots of good books here by Plato and Aristole and all those old Greek cronies. But then I went out to check on Pete and discovered that Elanor now has beach-front proper ( Read more... )

(Insert long, angsty italicized post here).

Aah, I feel much better now.