[life] movies and writing and plotty plans
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Twister still makes me happy, no matter how many times I see it. It gets my energy up and makes me fondly remember my own days of (stupidly) chasing storms with S---. I've been through more tornadoes than I can count, double and triple funnels, and crazy weather. Nothing like what the movie portrays, of course, because that's some crazy movie stuff.
But it still makes me giddy and excited and it's helping the writing, just a little.
I was able to talk to Sarah for a short while earlier and that was both fun and encouraging. We have secret(ish) plotty plans, and I hope they come to fruition within the next year. Go us, and Craig and Jake. Our plotting and planning rocks.
Sarah, you'll be pleased to know that the chocolate pie tasted fantastic. I really will have to make it for you at some later date. It was excellent, cool and refreshing and rich, and I'm very pleased with my first attempt at making my own crust.
Sometime this week I'm going to bake a cake, as well, and make chicken pot pie, and some special potatoes. And maybe chicken breast with mole sauce and who knows what else. I'm going to enjoy having free time.
Jake just told me: "Whenever you cook, you either make me sick or you make a pretty good product. It's either death on a plate or damn good."
I'm highly amused. And he's not wrong. Though, to be fair, the death on the plate comes when he asks me to make something and I tell him I don't know how to make it, but he keeps asking until I try. So I do warn him that I have no idea what I'm doing.
Sarah said she's going to teach me how to make flapjacks. Too cool.
Jake wants to make his special grilled chicken breast for Sarah and Craig and all sorts of things. He's a tiny bit frustrated that they will only feed my love of gaming, but he's laughing, too. We have such plans, and if even half of them work out, life will be so much fun.
I both want to talk about this until I get told to shut up and hold it close to my own thoughts. I'm such a dork.
Especially because one of the reasons I like Twister is because it's funny to see "Star" all upset and old and stuff. Hee.
Back to the writing grindstone. Nose to it and all.
But it still makes me giddy and excited and it's helping the writing, just a little.
I was able to talk to Sarah for a short while earlier and that was both fun and encouraging. We have secret(ish) plotty plans, and I hope they come to fruition within the next year. Go us, and Craig and Jake. Our plotting and planning rocks.
Sarah, you'll be pleased to know that the chocolate pie tasted fantastic. I really will have to make it for you at some later date. It was excellent, cool and refreshing and rich, and I'm very pleased with my first attempt at making my own crust.
Sometime this week I'm going to bake a cake, as well, and make chicken pot pie, and some special potatoes. And maybe chicken breast with mole sauce and who knows what else. I'm going to enjoy having free time.
Jake just told me: "Whenever you cook, you either make me sick or you make a pretty good product. It's either death on a plate or damn good."
I'm highly amused. And he's not wrong. Though, to be fair, the death on the plate comes when he asks me to make something and I tell him I don't know how to make it, but he keeps asking until I try. So I do warn him that I have no idea what I'm doing.
Sarah said she's going to teach me how to make flapjacks. Too cool.
Jake wants to make his special grilled chicken breast for Sarah and Craig and all sorts of things. He's a tiny bit frustrated that they will only feed my love of gaming, but he's laughing, too. We have such plans, and if even half of them work out, life will be so much fun.
I both want to talk about this until I get told to shut up and hold it close to my own thoughts. I'm such a dork.
Especially because one of the reasons I like Twister is because it's funny to see "Star" all upset and old and stuff. Hee.
Back to the writing grindstone. Nose to it and all.