Ross Howell

Whew, I feel tired. I haven't been sleeping so well lately, but I think I'm just winding down from all that stress. I'm being very serious about relaxing until I feel good again. School really made working on my book difficult and, right now, it's the most important thing I'm doing with myself. School and work just don't cut it, so I'm going to take some time off of study, find a less stressful job (I am thinking I'd like to work at Subway or some kind of coffee shop) and get the damn thing finished.

Related to that, I was chatting with a friend about the retail franchise she owns. Would I make a good retail manager? Probably not! It doesn't help that the company is in Canada. Why oh why does that country hold such a power over me? I've never even BEEN there.

Anyway, that all explains why I am here at 3:00 AM trying to decide how much medical work you need to do to stem the bleeding from a severed hand as compared to a severed arm and listening to Meshuggah when I should be sleeping. It doesn't help that there's a fully-loaded Nintendo DS next to me, staring down its Yoshi's Island 2 filled barrel at me. Still, I will perservere, because it is my nature to carry these things to their conclusion, regardless of what that is. When the book is done I think I'll buy a few thousand dollars worth of shares on Firestorm Ink and see if I can't start a second book. I've got a lot of material in my head, that's for sure.

I've gotten some work done, but I can feel my creativity and sanity (lol) coming back to me, so I need to work out where to direct my energies. Do people want me to write more of my zombie story? I'd be happy to continue it if I'm assured someone out there is enjoying it. Am I fishing for compliments? Think of it more as fishing for momentum. The reason I'm still working on the Awesome System is because every time someone says, "You mean I get to roll ALL THESE DICE? And... And they ADD?" my heart flutters.

Oh, not to mention the fame and wealth (hahaha) and con circuitry that will follow. I'll go to an american con when there's a panel already waiting for me, how's that sound?

Happy 21st Birthday, Frocto!

My 20th year comes to close and I feel nothing but relieved. Part of the reason little kids think adults are so stupid is because they don't have to contend with emergent sexual identities and the level 20 Barbarian levels of suffering and global destruction it can cause. With what I assume is going to be one of the most difficult years of my life behind me, I can now get the fuck on with the important stuff, like producing offspring and then being devoured alive by my mate.

And getting the book published, of course.

So far I've gotten $500 from my parents and a jacket, GORKAMORKA from Reaps and Danica, the best tabletop game involving TRUKKS around, a totally sweet and sexy Cthulhu artbook from Trent and lots of well wishes. Looking forward to the party on Friday, since it will be the day my classes are over. Ah, sweet release from that weight on my mind, so I can be free to do the things that are important to me.

Fairy Game went well. I mustered up a knockout punch and sent the party reeling, so victory will be all the sweeter when it rolls around. Didn't realize I was giving Nul a nervous breakdown, though.

( The Flesh Parchment )

Cheers, all. TO MANY MORE YEARS.

( Silent Fight 2: Fight for Mary FAQ )

( CHAPTER 3: SHE FINDS A GUN )

I want to get some mead. Are there any liquor stores in W.A. that would sell it?

Hey, buddy! Gimme a pizza like the ones on tv, all dripping with sauce like a river of blood and with enough ham to choke a pig. And when I say I want it now I mean really now, like straight out of the oven with my digestive juice all over it! MmmMMM!

( CHAPTER 2: BLOOD AND MERCY )

THERE IS A BABY. (IT REPRESENTS HOPE)

And on a similar note.

Props to romosome.

( CHAPTER 1: THE GIRL )

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