In the silence between whisper and shout

One Last Errand currently has 43 kudos but only 31 hits. I assume this is the result of a coding error.

I've wanted to see it ever since I first read The Phantom of the Opera at the age of thirteen, and I wasn't disappointed. This particular production was set in the present day, with Faust as a tech mogul and Marguerite as a bartender (though I'm not sure how well that worked in practice, given that getting pregnant out of wedlock and abandoned by the baby's father, while unfortunate, doesn't carry nearly as much stigma as it did in the 16th century, or even the 19th), and according to the program, restored the spoken dialogue that was cut from the original production and several other pieces that aren't typically heard today, such as a Valentin/Marguerite duet and a scene between Marguerite and Siébel.

The one thing I didn't like was the set design, or lack thereof—I didn't know Marguerite was supposed to be in prison in the final scene until the other characters referred to her as being locked up, since the stage was empty except for a window and a ladder!

It goes like this:

1. Get idea for story.
2. Get excited about idea.
3. Write a page or two (if lucky).
4. Think "No one wants to hear what you have to say" or "If you show this to anyone, they'll hate it and hate you."
5. Never finish (or even start) story.
6. Beat self up about it.
7. Repeat.

I've been thinking about remaking my Tumblr so I can have somewhere to ramble about my original characters. On the other hand, my mental health has improved significantly since I deleted my account last year.

So what do I do?

My grandmother and I baked a three-layer chocolate cake today—my first time ever making a cake and frosting from scratch.



It didn't turn out too even, but it was delicious.

(Naturally, this post contains spoilers, to the point where it will likely be incomprehensible to anyone who hasn't finished the game. You have been warned.)

There were four first-person games I played for the first time and greatly enjoyed in 2020 and 2021: The Outer Worlds, Fallout: New Vegas, BioShock, and Fallout 3. Of these four games, Fallout: New Vegas was the only one I felt didn't live up to its full potential. I don't think it's a bad game. I think it's a great game, but ultimately undeserving of the "masterpiece" label so many people have slapped on it. Here's why.

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I've become obsessed with a video game that came out in 2007. I haven't been this fixated on a piece of media in a very long time.

I just...the art style! The setting! The atmosphere! The lore! The characters! The plot twist! The double plot twist! *excited squealing*

In case you haven't been on certain Discord servers recently, the game I'm gushing about is BioShock. I'm actually not sure why I like it as much as I do, since it contains several of my trauma triggers—needles, child abuse, and unethical scientific experimentation are the ones I can recall right now, though there are probably more. Then again, there is a bit where you get to kill enemies while Tchaikovsky's "Waltz of the Flower" plays in the background. Yeah.

Not because I got stuck like last time, but because forcing myself to write every day was making me hate what I was writing. So I'm taking a break.

I don't read romance novels. I have no desire to be in a romantic relationship with anyone. Why, then, do most of my ideas for fanfiction and original fiction involve romance?

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Remember Amelia Radley? I don't blame you if you don't. I'd envisioned this sheltered young lady's world turning upside down when a corrupt official frames her father for a crime he didn't commit, and an aging Captain Jack Sparrow on a quest to regain his former glory is the only person who can help her. Jack would act as a sort of mentor to Amelia, and she would gently help him to realize that he's no longer the man he once was. The fic would end with him dying in a suitably dignified fashion.

Why didn't I write it? Because I'm not sure Jack Sparrow is the right character for this kind of story, and even if he is, I don't trust myself to write him in-character.