defagitty-fagitty-fagitty ~ (the sound of the indefatigable train running out of steam)

i thought i would try to do the writers_five questions for Goodie Proctor's got my Poppet. i started out using the Chammy as my character, but couldn't really answer the questions, so i switched over to Mr. Poppet (who has proved no less easy). neverthless i include both here.

( read some dribble )

in other news regarding this project (where are we, Day Nine?): i'm starting to break my own rules. my "three sources" has doubled and now nearly doubled again in the last week. gotta nip this exponential growth in the bud because it's already out of control. i just got excited about looking into some of the less "usual" sources (i.e. going to the source instead of letting other writers interpret for me). it's always amazing to me what happens to the "facts" after 140 years of people telling these stories. fortunately, i think i know which sources i trust and which i don't.

the outline is flailing a bit. it's sprouted tentacles and is wielding a pointed stick at me.

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and by the way, it's cooler in texas right now than it is here. it'll prolly be another hellish summer. i think my days in the midwest are definitely numbered. so much for the snowy utopia that was supposed to be minnesota. grumble grumble grouse grouse.

oh ~ and i forgot my glasses. i'm now at work and blind as a bat. swell.

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