I want to buy GenoPro, but it costs 50 dollars. Why do all other genealogy programmes fail, hard?
Anyway. I don’t know what’s going on with Clavichord. I lost interest in writing it, I suppose. I want to, but at the same time, I don’t. I think it needs a lot of refining.
On the No Ocean Too Far front, I changed Alexandria and Guinevere’s relationship a bit. They originally had only met for fifteen minutes for their entire (human) lives, but I thought it might be brilliant if they meet April 10th, and have tea daily, over cards, intellectual conversation with a hint of gossip, and the great question — White Star or Cunard? (For the record, White Star.) It works better, and adds more drama. I do like drama.
For the past year or so, Ben and I have been roleplaying out an epic (which I have titled “Behind the Sea,” but we call it the “pirate RP,” cleverly) and I’m rather excited about the fact that we’ve stuck so close to our ideas (“We’ve plotted a good course,” says Ben — note the pun on writing and sailing) so well! I know I do the alternate reality thing way too often, but it’s better than nothing, especially given how dead my muse is as of late (as of late is the past year and a half, by the by). I don’t want to clutter the Twilight Hymn wiki with notes for Behind the Sea, especially not having done any real notes in forever, but I for some reason can’t keep track of my own computer files. I don’t even know what I’m rambling about. I guess I’m hoping something out of this is going to jolt my muse awake. Heh. Right.
