Saturday, August 27, 2011

Loviatar No. 3 Progress Report: Supermarket Scribbles

This summer I've done a lot of writing at the supermarket. Yesterday while strolling the aisles, I got started on the Planescape article. It's finally coming together in my mind. It's a challenge because now that I am older and with a bit more perspective, I want to approach it differently that I did as a kid in my twenties. Back then, I feel that I missed  - or couldn't fully appreciate - many of the grand philosophies that were present in the setting. We'll see how it goes this time around.

12 comments:

  1. Happy Happy Writing. That's great.

    Are those flowers for the wife?

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  2. Indirectly. She is doing a dinner party tonight and they are being used to adorn the passed appetizer trays. :)

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  3. Ohhhhhhhh. Cool beaners. I have a little something I want to mail you. Do you like the color blue? It's just a little thing, but I think you'll like it.

    What's your most favorite color?

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  4. Blue would be my most-est favorite-est color. :) I la la loved Tim's letter. So creative!

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  5. Cool beans.

    I have to go get it and then I'll send it out. I had it in my hand last night, but wasn't sure about the blue.

    Have a groovy weekend, surfer dude.

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  6. I can honestly say I do not think I have ever written anything in a supermarket. :)
    You have interesting methods!

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  7. When I'm standing at the fish counter for 10 minutes, it gives me something to do. ;)

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  8. Haha, yeah, I'm picturing being at the market and seeing some guy pushing his cart up the aisle while feverishly scribbling in a notebook, muttering about Modrons and The Happy Hunting Grounds. ;)

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  9. You know, sometimes when I am so deep in nerddom like you describe, I stop and say, "Uh oh, I'm /that/ guy."

    Oh well. ;)

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  10. When I think of the alternatives, I don't think it's such a bad thing to be "that" guy.

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  11. My own moment where I stopped and realized I was "that guy" was when I pulled up outside a game store blasting DEVO, a stack of D&D hardbacks on the passenger seat of my car--and the presence of said hardbacks had nothing to do with my visit to the game store. They were just riding around in the car with me that day. Yeesh.

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  12. Fly that freak flag high, brother. :)

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