YEP YEP

 

Milk Wood (and Book Club|), A rare bastion of sanity in both worlds 

SO I WANT TO BE A WRITER?

You must keep at it while it's flowing! (and when it's not, you should also keep at it apparently, though I am dreadful at that. Too much effort)

Like Buwowki would put it... 

I hate that poem; a ton of brilliant writers would have left us without their masterpieces had they listened to this genius outsider. But as I am not exactly one of those, neither a genius though yes and outsider, I have decided to follow suit and write only when it's pouring out of me. The rest of the time I sit at the keyboard only when it pays. I don't even check my private emails anymore, I have tens of thousands waiting somewhere. I have erased every boring part of my life out —other than the 45 hours slaved-labor every week, more than enough if you ask me—.

Happy Sunday, earthlings. No long to Tuesday now, hang in there. Those second-living happy two Sundays !!

BLITZ IN BOOBS

I was happily minding my own business. My virtual "palmito" sitting in the milkwood, writing. My real "palmito" sitting on my chair at home, writing. Totally unaware of what I had caused in SL.
Basically, there I was, in my reindeer costume, torch and hot chocolate and cigarette and two boobs protruding insolently from my furry chest.

"Take your boob away from me Ma'am" came Blitz.

So all at once, I am having to look for my mesh body HUD, answer to Blitz' insolent comments and appease the Gods of the milkwood, a PG Sim if ever there was one. Most embarrassing. I had already given up, my boobies refusing to cooperate, enjoying the snow for the first time in any of their lives when someone suggested I logged off and on again.
It worked. When I came back on my HUD was working, my boobs went into hiding and I went back to the writers wood only to find... this...

That, my friends, is Blitz in boobs.