A face for Tycho and I to love... eventually

Our family of two will one day be three!!!

Wow, this is like my mazillionth post today! How deliciously narcissistic of me. That's what comes of a whole day set aside for "writing" (and now I have started in on the beer, which is supposed to help loosen the gears for said "writing," but really just increases my capacity for "air quotes"). I spent most of today trying to set up the earliest scenes of Leslie and Adele - of when they first meet and exactly how they fall into their respective bully/bullied roles. I keep migrating back to the DEATH part, though... some morbid tendancy lurking inside me, I suppose... let it be known, there's a sadistic kind of pleasure to be found in killing off characters who resemble the real-life villains of my youth (I'm deeply fond of playing the victim in my own reinvented personal history). One quick paragraph, written five seconds ago, which preceeds what I posted earlier... just to set the mood of the pre-death days on Adele's farm...

At the end of July, we get hit with a thunderstorm that lasts almost six days. Every night I try to find sleep in a bedroom that pulses with lightening and thunder, and when I can’t I crawl over the bed to the streaming window and gaze at the barnyard, shredded and trembling in the wet light. I don’t see Leslie for several days in a row, and my nervous relief slowly gives over to a haunting loneliness.
Where has she gone without me?

I feel like I completely know what the Questionable Content guy is so happy about - and also why I love that damn comic so damn much (apologies to maternal readers ... beer increases my vocablulary) (or decreases it? hard to tell). To be able to create like this every single day, to live inside the heads of fictional people (so much more fun than my own head!) is exhilerating! It's better then some other (gross) activities that I can think of (you heard me, Noon).

You know what else is exhilerating? Knowing that I'll be playing Guitar Hero in less than forty-eight hours.

It just took me about four minutes, and a calendar, to do the math.