Hello all.
Welcome to another Friday. Yay for us surviving another week.
I hope everyone is doing well with this month's challenges, which are crossovers and a WIP push.
If anyone finds a crazy and cantakerous bunny hopping around, could you please box him up and ship him home. He's been missed around here.
Onto this week's quote. I hope it inspires folks.
"Lust for the future, but treasure the past."
Jimmy Buffett
Do with it what you will.
Welcome to another Friday. Yay for us surviving another week.
I hope everyone is doing well with this month's challenges, which are crossovers and a WIP push.
If anyone finds a crazy and cantakerous bunny hopping around, could you please box him up and ship him home. He's been missed around here.
Onto this week's quote. I hope it inspires folks.
"Lust for the future, but treasure the past."
Jimmy Buffett
Do with it what you will.
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This is an interesting quote though.
The quote comes from Bubba's book, A Pirate Looks At Fifty. It's hard to believe it's twenty years old, but still a good read.
It also counts for an original WIP fic, since I'm exploring my MC for NaNo this year in an RP setting:
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He was hungry enough now, however, that the thoughts of Venn did not deter him from savoring the crunchy sweet tartness. Wherever here was, he knew in the pit of his stomach that he was not going to see Venn again. Wherever he was now, Venn belonged to a world there was no going back to. This time it was not Venn who had been Taken…but Rhyd…and no matter how he tried to twist events and their suffering relationship in his head, Rhyd could not imagine Venn making the sort of effort to find him that Rhyd had once made to help Venn.
Venn wasn’t that sort of man. Rhyd did not hate him for it, felt no anger or outrage. He felt only regret that he could not offer an apology for the way things had changed. Not that he would have. He would remember the past with melancholy fondness, but there was no going back. Only forward. It wasn’t a lust for the future, but Hebenon had taught him the hard way that forward was all he had. He was sorry about the way things had changed for them, but he was not sorry for what he had become. Hebenon had needed the Scarecrow…Rhyd had needed the Scarecrow. There was no going back from that.
In this place, however, he would have to learn his place all over again.
That effort would start with getting dressed.