"The fog is rising."

Yes, I did get a lot of work done today.

And no, I didn't have time to post anything. Obviously.

Surprised? You shouldn't be. I'm with promises like guys are with virginity. (You figure that one out.)

I don't like to break my promises, just so y'all know - but when it's a question of priorities, I prioritise. And when I'm on a roll, like I was this afternoon, I keep going, and I don't look back.

The script I'm working on - "In the Dark Places" - is turning out nicely. The last few weeks I've ironed out some major story problems, and I think it's finally where it should be. It's tight, focused, and (hopefully) atmospheric, frightening, and entertaining - but there's still work to be done, of course. The script itself isn't finished. I have the story, I know the characters, the notes are written...now it's simply a question of putting all the pieces together. "Simply" (knock on wood) isn't always that, but it's a fair bit easier to write something when you know exactly where you're going every step of the way. It's the making-stuff-up-that-makes-sense part that often takes a lot of time. Endings, especially, are hard. Beginning are easy. I don't know exactly what happens in the end, but I have a couple of alternatives. We'll see which one fits the best. When will it be done-done? In a few weeks. I have a deadline this Friday, but that's all right. I can tell the story, and the script itself can follow.

Well. I wasn't planning on a big post. The plan was to write a message about AO-Basher going AWOL (at least partly), but that'll have to wait until tomor- uh, another day. Suffice it to say, those guys over there have done an excellent job, and I'm sorry to see 'em go. I haven't been involved with Anarchy Online for a good while now, but I still drop by Basher once in a while to see what's what - rarer and rarer as time has passed, but it was still sad to see the goodbye posts. Well. More on that...another day.

Meanwhile, in Ragnar's apartment - the lights are going off. The bed beckons. It's cold and empty, but hey! Sleep. It's what dreams are made of.  ¶ 23:17