Not Andrew here. This weekend deserves a post. However, this is my third attempt. Maybe I should hire a ghost-writer. Getting the right blend of serious, awesome, sultry, thoughtful, hilarious is difficult. I am not that good of a writer. I can tell you all about possible health effects of the uranium decay chain, but this weekend… Well you may as well be up Savannah River without a paddle!
In truth, this should be many posts. Some of which I know how to write, some I don’t, and some I don’t yet know even how I feel about.
Normally, My go-to for un-writeable posts is slash or fan-fic. I even know what comes next. (Char/Sayla go!) But given some thoughts running through my mind, I’ll leave the incredibly disturbing sex writing to George R. R. Martin.
So maybe, when I am more awake, I will write a series of small and pointed posts. Or maybe it will just have to wait until after Flipside…