Nothing of note.

It's Dawn's birthday tomorrow. Early happy Bday Dawn!

Hoping to get part 6 of Broffnakken up by the end of the weekend.. should be longer than the previous ones, might need to reformat that blog to make wider text lines possible. I've planned the next 4 chapters now instead of partly shooting from the hip.

I'm getting really tired of first-person shooter games. Playing with Iron Storm recently drove that home.. what a dull game. It had a nice dark atmosphere going on but the game itself had some serious issues and was just dull. The worst thing was probably the "invisible helicopter that can shoot you from anywhere" as Jason described it. GAME DELETED! Heh heh.

I can't stress enough how cool this site is.

Anyway, I was thinking recently about writing. I've got all these ideas for writing, and I spend a lot of time when idle at work either toying with them or looking around reading on the net. I think like most writers there are 2 sides to me. What I write and show to the world, and then the other 80% of the stuff. I've been working on a story for my own entertainment for months, it's getting fairly big and I enjoy it.. but at the same time for some reason, I simply don't care to give it to anyone else to read.

Is that weird?

I don't think so.

I'd bet most people who write books have at least one other book nobody but them ever sees. Makes you think.

Bye fer now, peeps. Not that anyone reads this but Leo currently. ;)