I have got your messages, loves, and I’ll write back as soon as I get a chance. Take care of yourselves. I love you all.
softagardenblooms asked: Oh yes. Maybe a small river, or a lake. Trees as far as the eye can see with snow-tipped mountains and an endless blue sky. Life has been more aggressive in the past few months, but I'll end up alright. How are things on your end?
Mmm…evergreen or deciduous trees Evergreen’s beautiful in the winter, but the turning leaves in fall are gorgeous and smell spicy.
I’m sorry, luv, that’s very rude of it. If you need someone to talk to, or a hug, I’m more than willing.
Things are….well, they are *laughs ruefully* I’ve been running around like a chicken with me head cut off lately, which is why I’ve been thin on the ground on the ‘web.
thewoodlandqueen asked: If you were a ferret...well you'd be a cute one that I would cuddle until you would hate me so much that you would run away at the sight of me. *smiles* But you aren't a ferret. This has been a random thought posted into your ask.
Sweetheart, I can’t imagine fleein’ at the sight of you, you’re one of my favourite people.
Maybe in me next life I’ll be a ferret. Promise to adopt me and give me one of those snazzy ferret-ball thingamafuckits?
softagardenblooms asked: Definitely somewhere in the country, where there's mountains and a cold breeze. I've missed you, Jack.
That sounds beautiful…someplace with running water nearby? And trees, but not so many as to block the sky?
I’ve missed you too, luv. And I hope life’s not been too rough on you.
Aw, thank you. I decided to do ‘National Novel Writer’s Month’ this year, 50K words in a month, so I’ve been working on fleshing out a story I’ve had in the back of my mind. I don’t really think it’ll make a comprehensive novel just yet, but I need the practice and playing around with writing. It’s a story of three ex-Pitfighters in a country where human trafficking for medical experimentation and a brutal variety of betting occurs on people abducted and physically modified into vicious science-project nightmares.
I hope the stray will be alright, he sounded such a nice fellow. I am curious to know what has been up, but I mostly just hope you’re alright and getting some form of rest and sustenance and all that.
With the hooked fellow, yes? I recall mention of him, a while back. A month seems a terribly short time in which to write a novel and you work so much creatively anyway that I’m glad you’re working on fleshing it out rather than forcing it into cohesion.
We’ve things like that going on here, more than most people would like to admit - the abduction and experimentation,and the occasional gladiatorial ring. Not novel-writing months.
Oh, he’ll be all right. I’ll see to that.
I’ve been holding up, as always. *blows you a kiss*
I can eat with chopsticks provided the food in question is something I can impale and devour.
Please take care of your world. It’s so beautiful.
There is nothing anyone can do for mine, except to wait. Please take care of yours.
Just…fucking ~mind games~. I don’t even know if he’s aware that he’s doing it, but…ugh. And I said “kick his arse,” hon. Not kill him. Let’s not get over-excited here. :P
Fucking hell, what a load of shite. All right, all right, I’ll leave him a few vital signs…if you need or want to talk, I’m here. I’m sorry things have bee a bit shit for you, luv. You deserve a lot better.
Let me show you your nightmares for the next week.
Jessica Harrison Self Portrait, 2007, mixed media, 21cm x 18cm x 18cm
featherwurm asked: *hugs tight in return* Not too bad, just working on some writing and kindof... not going anywhere with anything artistically right at the moment ('s fine, no biggie just not up to much). Oof... I'm not sure that sounds good, can you elaborate on what happened at all? Or would that be too personal... I'm sorry if so. I'm not up to too awfully much, I wish I could think of something to report but apart from the writing there's not really anything going on.
*idly strokes your hair* What writings are you working on? I love the way your brain works.
I will; perhaps not now, I haven’t the energy, and I’ve a lot to catch up on here, but I will.