Okay, so this has been an interesting week. Remember how I said I was going to be introducing you all to my family? Yeah, well. This isn’t how I imagined doing it, but here we go anyway.
Alfred = sister/roommate
B (Batman) = Alfred’s husband
Batgirl/Koda = Niece (Alfred & B’s daughter)
Robin = Youngest nephew (Alfred & B’s son)
TL;DR – Robin got everyone sick except for me (at the moment), “Don’t Feed the Trolls” might be late. No update next week.
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Just a heads up that there will not be an installment of “Don’t Feed the Trolls” this week. My university is online, but we still have finals. The professor for one class has given all of us an extension on the ones due for her class, but that’s not the only class I’m in, and my eye has been blurring more than usual (oh joy), which severely hampers my ability to write. Hopefully next week will be back to normal.
In the meantime, don’t forget to check out my Twitter for your #Batfile prompt, and I’ll be back on Monday with a Story and a Song.
Was researching the New Jersey coast, and found this gem (Ignore the floating head):
BATMAN! Love it.
Didn’t get a lot of writing done today, but did get some editing done.
Also had a surprisingly good day. I mentioned a couple days ago, I believe, that my tablet is dying. Well, today I found out I have an extra $200 in my bank account, so guess what I’m picking up tomorrow? Went hunting on Amazon after that and scored me a nice case/keyboard for it, and Batman: The Animated Series volume 2. Then, to top it all off, went to Sonic, and the shake I love to get (but rarely do because it’s about $4) was half price.
I keep looking around waiting for the bad news to come in, but nothing’s happened so far. Maybe it’s just the universe making up for the past crappy month, but I’m not trusting it. A friend told me not to be a Debbie Downer, but as I told him: “Right now, I’m more of a Terrified Tiffany, thank you.”
Fingers crossed everything stays at least somewhat peachy.
Alex sucked in a breath. “Same hair, same eyes. Holy shit.”.
Almost hit 1000 words today. Meanwhile, the ten year old I take care of managed to churn out seven pages. (She’s decided to start writing fan-comics, featuring the Kitty League of Justice, lead by Batcat.)
My proof of progress:
Finally finding the right pocket her phone was in, she hit the button to turn the screen on. “It’s six twenty-eight, sachan. And it wasn’t like it was on purpose. She was being all ‘we don’t need no help’, while you were sitting right there, patching her brother’s brain together. What the fuck?”