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So now you can know all about what I'm doing at every hour of every day.

My adorable cat was helping me out earlier today XD





Where I'm working now though... Kitchen table, with a wonderful view of....my backyard being flooded as the rain pours down. I hate rain. :[

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Lately, I've been feeling.....really productive. But I haven't actually done anything. It's strange. My brain is already tuned in to NaNoWriMo, despite the fact that it is only June, and November is miles away from here. I've been considering having a blog solely for NaNo and Screnzy, and naive_wanderer has told me that Blogger is a very quick and easy-to-use platform that takes minimal effort. LJ can take quite a bit of work set up, which is why I've been avoiding having a blog solely for these two months, but I guess I'll try out Blogger and see how it goes. Idk...we'll see.

My allergies have been awful lately, and I'm really trying to cut excessive medications out of life right now because I think I've been putting too many chemicals into my body, and that it's contributing to my ill-feeling state. I even went and bought all-natural vitamins. >.> They are HUGE. I have no idea how I'm supposed to take them! Well....swallowing, obviously. They're just so unpleasant, and they have this awful after-taste that lingers no matter what I do.

I'm also considering having a "raw" day each week when I have a purely raw diet. I'm also going to try to have a "fish day" twice a month where I have only fish. I really need to be more proactive towards being healthy, since I'm so sickly and weak all the time. (lol)

Today I have my hair up in a bandanna à la Rosie the Riveter. It's quite empowering.

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Just a taste of what I'm working on, now that I've gotten up off my butt. It's nice to take a break from Dark Mysterious Matrix Girl and Emily. (And before you ask--yes, I am quite fond of the name "Abigail")

Interlude - Make a Wish

Tingle--the bells chimed. Someone had arrived at the little shop. But was anybody actually there to greet them? Although...whether or not the shop mentioned was actually in business was the real question. Dark and dusty, with a few shy scritch-scritch-flutter's to indicate the presence of mice, innocently disturbing the rickety peace in the shop--if nothing else.

The stranger steps forward, not quite tentatively, yet not quite certain. Her foot-falls barely sound on the dingy wooden floor as she slowly makes her way forward, in a manner questioning the shop's occupancy.

"Hello?" Her voice is tinny and unsure.

"Aiieeee!"

The sharp, high-pitched reply is followed by a large bathunk-crash-thunk-THAM! which indicates that several of the large crates, barrels, packages, and jars have fallen and broken. It is followed by a lower-pitched moan of an "ow" and the shuffling sound of someone trying to escape the debris.

Upon running to the location of the commotion, the intruder discovers a lone shop girl, sitting on an overturned crate and massaging one of her arms. The shop girl glances up, and the two girls stare at each other.

"Oh! Oh..." The shop girl jumps up, and momentarily attempts to straighten both herself and her mess, before giving up and stepping forward quickly and dropping into a sloppy curtsy.

"Welcome to the Iwik Shop. I am Abigail St. James, what sort of life may I assist you in discovering today?"

The visitor stares at the shop girl--Abigail St. James--mouth agape.

"Umm..."

The shop girl catches her mistake.

"Oh, this is nothing--it happens all the time here. The shop isn't usually this messy, mind you. Mr. Locke St. James, the owner is out on business and it's just gotten a bit away from me at the moment. Come over here, I'll fetch you some tea." She takes hold of the younger girl's arm and gently pulls her away from the wreckage.

"Mr. St. James is your...husband?" Her tone is still quite hesitant and small.

"Oh no, Mr. Locke is my caretaker. He's watched over me when no one else would. This is his shop. I help him out as best as I can. It's my way of thanking him."

She leads her new charge up a set of stairs that had somehow previously evaded the girl's eyes and into a small back room where she seats the child and begins clattering about loudly making tea.

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It's nice to be finally able to clear my head of the same two voices. :) I chose the title "Interlude" because it's an interlude from my usual characters.

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