Writing

So this piece of my brain has decided that all it wants to do is write and write and write. I like that, I like it a lot. It makes me happy.

I was thinking about a guy I used to know, a writer. We'd read and critique each others' work back in the days before good email made it possible to do this thing electronically; we'd ship each other actual printouts of our work to read. He told me that he routinely killed off characters when they took on too much of a life of their own. I was absolutely horrified: does it have to be such a struggle for alpha-male status wtih our creations? I don't think I could do that, unless the character demanded to be killed.

I've only ever written one ghost. He was fun to write, but he was already dead when I thought of him. I didn't kill him to quiet his voice.

Well. That's all I have to talk about for the moment, other than to say that the new Lego Knight Bus is a scream; I love it very much. I'm glad Hannah's birthday is coming up so I can get us her more of the new POA Legos. She looked at the Shrieking Shack one with the werewolf-lego-person on the front, frowned, turned to me, and said, 'Mom, that is just wrong.'

Honey, I couldn't agree with you more.

I warned you I was going to steal all of hellcatjelybean's quizze

Granger’s Polyjuice Potion
Name / Username
You change into	George
While you are them, you discover…	what really happened to Sirus
After an hour you decide…	that you need a lot of disinfectant
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And in other news, Water is on the Sugar Quill; it's the one I had here about a week ago but I tweaked and finessed until I was happy. Maybe it's not long enough, but it's a missing moment, not a missing chapter. :) Thanks for everyone who reviewed it.

And my original fic is going along corkingly.