I am here under protest with myself as I am not feeling the desire to write.
Or keep up with the postings to my website.
Ugh, I have so many drawings and harvests of words.
It would of colurse be easier to keep up if I had people asking me to keep up. But I am stuck at one comment.
And I'm going to be stuck there for I don't know how long.
But that's no exuse to not keep up so I have to get back to it before it's anotehr situation like with the drawings in my 2020 folder.
Oh bother.
Wow, I am so not feeling the practice.
And I'm not feeling the Nahj for Saturday that was supposed to be a hero from a time when there were Saturday morning cartoons.
Only, I wanted to name him after Saturn which can't possibly support life.
I still like the name of Doc Saturn though, Maybe Doctor Saturn.
I could still have him come from Saturn or one of its moons, which would be better, but..
He could come from an alternate Saturn.
Or I could have him come from a Ringed World that may be extra-sloar, or from that alternate reality.
Haalthyn.
But what are his powers?
And yes his demeanour and such of course.
That's important too.
And how has he taken the loss of Saturday morning cartoons.
“Ask him of course. How is this not what you've already done you witless excuse for a writer? Or was I supposed to sit in that uncomfortable chair for Gauth knows how long before you came for me?” Haallthyn said, the anger showing in his face as he flexed his muscles for a moment like he was going to take me out with a single blow from one of his legendary punches, though obviously he would only need a fraction of that strength to do that.
Taken aback by his sudden appearance, I didn't know what to say because I hadn't expected him to show up today. And I also couldn't remember setting out the chair for him to sit in.
And guessing by his reported weight, that chair is a lost cause.
Oh well, I didn't like it anyway wand have been thinking about replacing it for months. Luckily I can afford a new chair and replacing it isn't going to break me or anything.
“Well? I'm waiting! Am I to ask myself the questions too? I was told that this was going to a be a proper interview and I'm stuck with you? I am the great Haalthyn and I fought off a platoon of Tenemeks Of Tandera Prime with a broken wing and my ring low on power, so I don't have to take this!” he said as he rose to his feet so fast that the stool that he was sitting on fell and clattered loudly on the floor, making me wince.
Wait, where did the stool come from? And why were his wings extended? “What is even happening?” I blurted out as I worried that he was going to mlay me out and storm off, never to return.
“You are annoying me to the point of fury you worhtless excuse for a writer and I am about to express my annoyance with you very up close and personal if you don't start acting like an interviewer!” He said as he walked towards me with his eys blazing angrily.
Need I say anything? You know that I liked what I wrote or I would have deleted it.
So I won't say nothing and will simply jump over to Mortuvhen because that's where I have to be. And I might be in tough.