Today I'm hammering away at my computer trying to write about an ancient civilization. Life's weird.
I feel...impatient. I guess it's better to be patient and wait for good things to happen rather than being impatient to learn the bad things sooner.
Does that even make sense?
Probably my worst quality is my lack of patience. (Though one or two people might have something else to say about my worst quality. Maybe we'll take a poll.) I know things take as long as they take, and it's no use living if you're always looking forward to the next damn thing and never enjoying the present, but bah.
I was that kid who opened all her Christmas presents ahead of time. Under the cover of darkness. And I'm still that kid, but bigger.
In other news I spent the morning poking around old issues of Dragon and Dungeon magazines. I don't know if I'm motivated enough to make DnD into my full-time study, but I'm curious about what it would take to create my own adventure.
Maybe someday. Once I learn how to (patiently) read a book cover-to-cover and grok some new realms.