Lobbing hand grenades

One of the few things where being close or on target, doesn't matter.

That and horse shoes.... *chuckles*

I've started writing again.... Even in the creative sense. However its not in a novel or story... I'm back into roleplay. Which is something I'm still trying to interpret for myself, if it is a good thing, or a bad thing. It definitely forces a creative spark within my mind, pushing out descriptive action for a character of my own minds development.

The problem of course, with this, is that it is a different form of creative writing then would be used for story writing. Yet it is a step, right? Its a push in the right direction... To be working from the perspective of one character in a controlled world, would give oppurtunity to eventually branch out to multiple characters in my own world.

At least, that is the theory. Things work in theory all the time, when in practice its a bloody mess.

We'll see how it goes. The push for the roleplay and descriptive style required in roleplay comes and goes, waxes and wanes with the shift of my mind... I can force it, I know that, and have discovered that already. It merely doesn't come as naturally if I have to push it out, it is staggered, the words not quite right, the time between posts extended exponentially and the over all quality, though in outward appearance being strong, the indepth look shows that it is not.

I also find myself in a Home where I at times, feel my talents going to waste. Admittedly, that seems a touch conceited... However, I consistently release words, actions, posts that span anywhere from 3-9 lines.... Which perhaps may not seem overly significant in the larger picture... Yet when a slave, whom is supposed to be visually pleasing, an aesthetic beauty in their posts, something that should be a joy to read, has actions that encompass a dozen words, if that, it tends to make one wonder why they are exceeding the efforts of those whom should excel?

Irrelevent, really... I've yet to spar since I've been back, though I remember the rules of engagement, its more a matter of curiousity whether I can still employ them to proper effect.

Ah well...

In other news... Sarah is supposed to be staying with me for a short period of time, as her current residence is sadly evicting her due to it being a basement apartment and the upstairs neighbors being assholes. Which really, isn't my place to speak over all, am a friend, and as such have no problem giving her a place to crash until her boyfriend gets his act together.

If he gets his act together. The whole situation is a cluster fuck that makes me shake my head at all of it. First she asks my advice on the whole thing, which admittedly was mostly negative, with him in the room to see all the posts and words spoken, and then she tells me that he's hurt her so much that she feels numb. This runs on further contemplation to the futility of the whole thing...

And then she goes off to have sex with him....

Hmm... Seems to me, there's something missing in the equation. I'm either getting very dense when it comes to human nature (not something I'd expect to happen that quickly), or there's more going on then is being said. Which is irrelevent in the end, as I've made a decision that I believe is not only the better, yet also the right, choice to make.

The details are rather complex, strange, and over all seemingly absurd from some randomized soap opera. More then I'd want to bore my readers with, anyways.

I suppose you can take it as this... I've decided to take the.... *chokes over the word* moral..... *cough*.... high ground... Something I rarely bother with, as I've very very VERY few morals. The cause to this however, falls more selfishly on my Pride, than any actual moral value. Just one of those coincidental crossing of paths.

Work seems to be going well enough, one day back this year, and I made it through the day..... This canker sore on my upper lip is driving me nuts, its been more then a week. Though by the feel of it at this exact moment, its finally hit the dormant stage. Not hurting unless I purposely poke at it.... You know, considering they aren't contagious, and don't spread... merely a product of stress or the chemicals in toothpaste... I find myself getting them rather often lately. Fucking oral ulcers are a pain in my ass.

And with those words to lull you all off, I bid my readers adieu.

The Zodiak.