Less than five things

After two and a half years, I've finally gone to the dentist. I have no cavities, but have been admonished to floss as one can only be admonished by a dental hygienist.

And now I have a bowl of blueberry mango cardamom oatmeal, because blueberries and mangoes were on sale, and I can camp out on the couch for several hours and try to make Isyllt's next sewer-crawl exciting and new.

I went to My Bloody Valentine last night, but sadly the sound was atrociously mixed. If I hadn't been able to see Bilinda, I wouldn't have known she was singing at all. :P Very sad. We bailed early, like the crotchety cane-shaking old people we are.

Von meiner Tafel furchtlos geben...

I notice this LJ isn't any more interesting now that I'm a Real Writer(tm) than I was when I was just another poor schmuck with a novel. :P Alas. I don't even have any helpful examples of stuff I'm working on. At the moment my nemesis is line of direction, and paragraphing, and I could certainly post examples of shitty paragraphs, but I don't have anything useful to say about improving them yet.

My second nemesis is these damned sewers. The first time Isyllt went sewer-crawling, I had never seen the cloacae of Erisin before, so it was all nifty and cool. Now it's old and boring, and I'm tempted to start rolling random monsters for them to trip over.

Maybe I should skip the sewers and write another angsty flashback dream-sequence...

Luckily it's time to go climbing, so this dungeon sewer-crawl can wait a few hours.