New Gimmick

I've been bad at updating in general. I haven't updated my fanfiction since, what, August? And it's been since the beginning of October since I've updated my website. Dunno who really checks it out other than lizalou, but whatever . . .

I've been inspired lately by yet another graphic novel I've started reading, this one by the title of "Hot Gimmick." It's quite good and I like the art style a lot. Once again . . . I'm addicted. I know. The addictions never end. But I've been dying to use this picture of Cymon on my website for something, and then I was inspired to draw a new picture of Arrowin too. Too bad I haven't been able to actually sit down and write anything new. Or at least not anything of substance. But I'm working on making a handy dandy character reference at the moment which should be . . . well, handy. That way all my facts will be in one place instead of on twenty million different slips of paper in different places, or somewhere in 500 pages of writing. Too bad most of that writing sucks. Well, it doesn't totally suck, it just sucks in comparison to my writing style now—or at least it doesn't fit with my style now. Plus the plot and characters and world itself have changed over time and I need to clean things up a lot to make everything consistent. So much work. And none of it lucrative. Not that I care about that, though it would be nice to get paid for it. And yet, I probably wouldn't enjoy it so much then. What a dilemma. Not really . . . I'm just bored.

I did get an order from homestarrunner.com last week which was fun. A Trogdor messenger bag (with majesty), Bubs t-shirt and Strong Bad Email DVD's. Plus, I got a freebie "StrongBad Sings" cd—very enjoyable. Everyone needs to hear the full version of Trogdor and The System is Down.

On a more serious note, last Wednesday was a SCARY day. Or, I suppose I should say Wednesday night—or technically Thursday morning. I woke myself up thirty minutes after I finally fell asleep at 1:30am, screaming bloody murder. I don't remember anything about the nightmare which prompted my scream, but it must have been terrifying since my heart was pounding so hard it hurt and I screamed loud enough to wake my parents up. My dad came down to check on me, and then he passed out. I didn't know what was going on except that I heard a noise like something breaking and dad wasn't responding to me. I went to check on him (I had been in the bathroom at the time) and he was holding his head and moaning. He wouldn't respond to me at all, not even when I started shrieking his name at more an more hysteric volumes. Mom heard and came running when I started screaming for her in an equally hysteric voice. She didn't think dad was breathing when she came down to check on him—by that time he had fallen completely silent and wasn't moving. I called 911, but he had regained consciousness by the time the ambulance got to our house. He was okay and didn't need to go to the hospital, but it was still REALLY, REALLY scary. I hope I don't have to go through an experience like that again—at least not for a LOOONG time.