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Nara’s Nook Contest: Nara Missing?
From September 1, 2011 Hey there, Bond and soon-to-be virtual-world explorers. Just checking in to let you know I’m on the job. Nara is not the most organized person, so I’m having to untangle this web of connectivity she left behind. For those of you who are just joining us, Nara has gone missing. Nara’s sexy chef from The Dungeon Gourmet, Bond, gives the details here. Personally, I think the plot bunnies have her, but we’ll get to all that as soon as I have a chance to post the journal pages Bond found. Don’t worry. We will find her and get her back here to take charge. I managed…
What You Should Know About Shadows
Shadow Facts:A shadow is a void, an impenetrable absence.There are the dark puddles cast by forms light can’t penetrate.Mountains cast the rain shadows we call desserts.Vacuums cast sound shadows, pure pockets of silence.Death is a shadow the living can’t penetrate. Shadow Being Aliases:Old HagCrushing DemonUmbra (darkest part of any kind of shadow)Pressing GhostDepressionOrgun Oru (nocturnal warfare)Common theme here–malevolence Shadow Being Facts: They slink into the world from the earth’s umbra, from the umbra of the night (that still, silent time before dawn),from the umbra of the room where their intended sleeps.The source, or void, that casts a shadow being remains a mystery. Shadow Attack Facts:By the time the intended is…
A Writer’s Dream: Getting to Pleasure
Once I found a secret story hidden behind a rabbit’s picture on a web page. Clicking the link revealed a journal kept by a writer. It’s been a while now, but the part I remember most was that she found a magic mirror. I don’t recall why she was drawn to put it on her desk and stare into it before she started writing. She said it was as if all her internal resistance to getting down to work vanished when she did that. Writing wasn’t hard when she looked in that mirror. Telling stories turned from struggle to pleasure. She could write for hours, forgetting who she was, where…