6 March 2002

I actually heard from my brother yesterday. He'd heard about Matt's new car, but apparently Dad didn't have the slightest idea how to describe it to him, so he wrote to ask for pictures. (He doesn't read here usually. We pointed him at last Monday's entry, though.)

It sounds like things are pretty static up in Montana, which is too bad since "static" means he still doesn't have a job. Though he did mention an art showing, which sounds like a good opportunity for him to meet some people and try to get some name recognition.

But I always like hearing from him. He's got a mild case of carpal tunnel syndrome, so he doesn't type any more than he has to - which means I tend to get news from him about once every two months, in a mass e-mail which he sends to just about everyone in his addressbook.

I was awfully sleepy last night. Close to dozing in my chair at eight o'clock. I thought, No one's online anyway; maybe I'll go to bed around nine and get caught up on some sleep...

But then Karen told me she was going to be out of town and thus unable to Hall for the next few days, so I naturally developed an intense desire to play. But I was still tired. I sent her e-mail and said if she wasn't online by 9:30, I was going to bed.

At 9:34 (I was down to the last move of the game I was going to finish before going to bed) she logged in.

So we played, but I told her, "I'd really like to be in bed before midnight, so we should start wrapping up around 11:30, okay?"

At 11:30, K.T. logged in and joined our session.

So I didn't actually get to bed until 12:30.

When the cat woke me up at 5:30, I thought about getting up, putting him in the bathroom, and then going back to bed for... half an hour. Half an hour didn't seem like enough of a reward for getting up. I pondered it for a while, then I got up, fed the cat, and made our lunches. My reward for this? I got to doze the whole time Matt was in the shower.

I know, it's pathetic.

When I got out of the shower and Matt came back upstairs to comb his hair, he told me, "Karen sent me the 'script from last night." (There had been some question as to whether she would, or if K.T. and I would have to each send him what we had and let him splice our pieces together.)

"Oh, good."

"She sent it to you, too." He grinned at me - the kind of evil grin you don't really want directed at you before you're dressed in the morning. "It ends on a cliffhanger.:"

"A cliffhanger?" I wailed. "But... But Karen's out of town for the next few days!"

"It's okay," he said. "This one will be you and K.T."

I don't usually read my e-mail before I write my journal entry. But this morning, curiosity overcame me, and so I read the transcript.

Cliffhanger, all right. Ack!

Doesn't look like I'll be getting much sleep for the rest of this week, either.

Oh, and I very nearly walked out of the house this morning without my laptop. I'd rather forget my purse. Luckily, Matt noticed my bag sitting on the chair and handed it to me.

Sleep. Right. Hah!

Well, since I did the dumb thing and read the cliffhanger, Dawn and Dusk are in a bit of a riot right now. (Stupid, stupid... We can't do the follow-up session until tomorrow anyway.)

But while I was stuck in meetings for most of yesterday I managed to get five hand-written pages of story out of them, three of which are the beginning of the elusive origin story for Dusk. Well, actually, I think I'll roll it in with Dawn's, and tie the whole thing off neatly with their official Guild induction - since what I have right now, between them, is what gets them both into the Guild and living with Whistle (their teacher).

Dusk's story came out a little weird, though - no name. I'm guessing he didn't take on the monniker of "Dusk" until after he moved in with Whistle, but he won't tell me what he was called before that, so the whole story is done in this weird, slanting perspective. Oh, I can't make it make sense, but I'll post a link when I get the page up.

So, today's effort - unless I actually have work to do at work, which I kind of doubt - will be to get their webpage up and rolling. Must remember to e-mail artists to ask for permission... After I doctor the pics, so I can show them what I'm doing.

--Liz