Aigha's Uncertain Memory

quatorze is away at a doggy event with Foxy. She (Foxy) is not participating, more like disturbing and begging for attention. Meanwhile, I've finally uploaded something to deviantArt - have hardly poked my nose there for months, and even then it has taken ages just to quickly go through everything on my watch list.

And even now, it's not poetry I wrote. Instead, uploaded a wallpaper, Touch of Frost there. I quite like it, although I confess I'm only a dabbler both with Terragen and Photoshop. But I really enjoy dabbling with them, and that's the point, right?

Today I read again the four chapters of Flight of Fancy I've managed to write - and it has only taken me a year and a half, or something like that. Hah. Wasn't too pleased with it, either. Like Han Solo, it does have it's moments, but not too many of them. ^___~ Chapter 4 is all wrong and because of that (and other reasons), there are things seriously amiss in the previous ones as well, as I was sort of aiming to it while writing them. Which means I have to rewrite the whole damn thing. But now I'm actually beginning to feel motivated to try it, thanks to the talks we've had with my lovely quatorze recently - nothing to do with writing, but with the story itself. Oh, I love the story and know it, yes, I'd love to tell it, but the fact is I've never written anything but poems and very short stories, and this is not going to be short. Well, better start working then, hadn't I?

Doggies are getting restless, as it's past their dinner time already. I'm getting some serious complaints soon, but am not going to give them dinner before all the family is there.