Thursday, March 11, 2010
I'm feeling guilty, so I'm posting this on my blog anyway
This here would probably be more appropriate for my blog, but I'm sharing it here because my blog's been a bit neglected lately, and not too many people care to check it out these days. Kind of hurts my widdle feelings, but it's my own fault for not updating.
Anyway. I'm writing this because I had a good writing day today (sixteen pages) and I reached two monumental goals. Number one: I am at the exact center of my outline, which means I'm halfway done with the first draft, and number two: I killed a really charming character. Falkane the paladin, with his lopsided grin and trademark shock of blonde hair sticking out under the hood of his mail hauberk. He was drowned. Right in the middle of cracking a joke. And unfortunately, we'll never know what the punchline was.
So goodbye Falkane. You were fun to have around, and we'll all miss the light you carried throughout our story. I shan't enjoy writing your funeral, or the dark turn the next hundred pages are scheduled to take.
In other news -- I'ma get my party on this weekend.
I have tomorrow off from work, and Cindy and I are attending a very exclusive, 'invitation only', St. Patrick's Day party at MacCunniffs Pub. Did I mention the invitation came in a bottle of Jameson Irish Whiskey? Fer serious.
Saturday we're taking the twins to Crazy Bounce in Holland, and then heading up to Whitehall for the big Blarney Bash. We're gonna meet dozens of friends and drink Guinness and get henna tattoos and cheer for MacCunniff himself in the racy 'Mr. Kilt' contest. (Don't hike that thing too high, Rich). And then on Sunday, assuming I've managed to pace myself and my taste for the black brew, we're going to a kick-ass Irish concert: "Slide IE", performing at the Fricano Event Center and capping off the Irish Music Festival's St. Patrick's Day celebration. And I freaking LOVE those guys.
Ougghter be fun. Holler back if you're planning on going to any of these things.