Hello? Anyone still here? I know the last time I posted here was almost two years ago, so it's likely I've been removed from everyone's friends list. But if anyone's still around: hi, wanna chat?


Yeah, I'm pimping again. Just links this time, because I'm feeling lazy.

First up.
Again. Because we've just started a new phase so you don't have to worry about catching up to everyone just yet. And having survived one phase in entirety I can assure you that it's fun there.

And then there's:
Round Robin Zombie Ficathon claim post
This pretty much counts as a sign-up post. What's good is that you can still post your claim even if you haven't shown interest previously. Ficathon itself starts in December so you don't have to worry about it interfering with NaNoWriMo.


If you love fantasy shows, this is the land comm for you. Join Team Wizards, because we really need more active members.

Yes, mierke , I stole your picture, my Photoshop is PMSing.

Writer's Block: Don't fear the reaper

Have you ever had a near-death experience? How close have you come to dying?

You know, thinking back, it's happened scarily many times.

My first brush with death was when I was very little. I tried to self-medicate, but took wrong medicine by accident and poisoned myself. After that, I have almost drowned three times. There was this one time when I got stuck outside without any shelter during a violent lightning storm. Last year I was involved in a car fire (it had a pretty much full tank, so it's a miracle it didn't explode before the fire truck arrived). And this winter I had a grill oven explode behind my back.

Maybe this is why my life line (palmistry) is dashed.

Writer's Block: Father nature

What is your fondest childhood memory of your father or grandfather?

When I was little, we lived with my grandparent and me and my grandfather developed a small dinnertime ritual. When the food was ready and grandmother started setting the table, I would go to the living room, where my grandfather would be sitting and take his hand and guide him to the kitchen. Back then he could still walk and see, but I loved that ritual and I guess he was humouring me. I can still remember the feel of his hand in mine. He always had very warm hands.