In which I find myself talking about talking, and then talking about talking about talking…
In which I exalt in the fact that I kicked procrastination’s butt — even if it had been kicking mine for a while.
In which I lament the feeling of having failed to start something, and further compounded the failure by failing to start anyway..
In which I rave and circle about the consequences of a satisfying ending, and then speak a little about the best kind of PC/GM blurring that can happen.
In which I muse about the boundaries time and space, their ability to be surpassed by mere thought, and the impact a character might have.