The rocks are falling by Anya Peltier
They’re tumbling downward towards me.
I can’t get away fast enough.
Small ones and big ones accelerate down the mountain.
I try to avoid it but everything comes crashing down on top of me.
I get scrapes and bruises but finally I find a cave to hide in.
I’m safe for awhile, but when I come out there’s just more,
More and more,
This stress is killing me.
I need to sleep.

TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK

I am too friendly and someone was offended by it. I tried today to be very nice to a couple people that I know don't like me. I think I'm a chat hog too.
Maybe people are really ticked off at me about being too social and friendly and I was too self absorbed to notice. I guess there's some Bolden in me after all. Too ready to be sociable and friendly and not realize when I'm intruding. If I'm too friendly and even want to help a stranger, I should um..ignore it and not talk to anyone? I learned that tonight, and it hurt.

The bane to all writers is the blockage of that which we draw inspiration. It can be because of a repiticious pattern, the need of change of work space, life's woes or just a singular lack of inspiration at all. Its a plague tha sweeps across all known boundaries and makes the individual with it want to tear out their hair (If they have any). My advice, do whatever comes to mind, if that be nothing thats okay! Ones desires to do things oft drive the muse, go with the flow and you'll probably get it back.

Plot Bunnies are just as bad a writers block, but more evil. While a block is this constant nonpainful 'meh' feeling, these dastardly critters are not so kind. Gnawing, clawing, hopping around ones brain. They don't care if you want to sleep, they don't care if your rp partners are tired, they want nothing more than satisfaction now now now. Giving in seems to be the only cure... If you have them those with writers block envy you, if you have bunnies give them a carrot and hope they settle down.

Also, beware the broccolli in your fridge... There is a mass of human eating super-vegetables covertly sneaking in to camouflage themselves amongst their normal mundane brethren. They want nothing more than to reap revenge upon the humans that eat their kind. Lock all things away that they can use as a weapon and beware their teeth. They are very tasty when steamed, roasted and dipped in ranch.

That is all for today...

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Signature by Yuri Lehrer


Character History

Phyolea was hatched from a pouch of only five surviving tadpoles on 40 Summer 496AV. Her pouch was the first that was laid by her parents. Phyolea, along with her four other siblings, were eldest among all the siblings.

Phyolea grew as many Charodae tadpoles did. She attended school, learned musical crafts, played with her siblings and the family seahorses, worshipped the gods, adored the Circle of Elders, helped her parents, looked after her siblings, and learned to manipulate coral. Life was relatively peaceful.

However, a massive storm changed her tranquility. The Massive Djed Storm of 512 launched a series of events that caused her to lose some loved ones in her life. She feels responsible for their deaths and she carries a coral pendant wherever she goes.

Now she has entered her first semester in an university far from home. She hopes to learn as much as she can to protect her family and to aid the Circle of Elders in reviving Charbosi.