Update #119 Vacate the premises!

Weewooweewoo! That's the fire alarm! Run! Run for your lives! Run for all you hold dear, throw everything else in the fire's way to impede it! Yes, that's how fires works, trust me! I have a PHD in pyrology!

... I wrote pyrology as a joke, but upon looking the term up it actually exists. Huh. Anyway.

Kinda funny how they always tell you to remain calm when there's an alarm blaring, yet the one time we had a real fire alarm go off in school, a teacher started screaming in the speakers, telling us to run for it.

See, we were pretty used to fire alarms. Some older kids like doing shenanigans like shooting off fireworks in the corridors, lighting up cigarettes right underneath the detectors, or just plain breaking into an area where they could manually pull the alarm. It's shenanigans rather than crime, because that's how it works with kids. Luckily we all suddenly know better once we turn the exact age of 15/16/18/20 or what have you.

We had so many false fire alarms that we started planning moves while evacuating. "Oh, is it English next? May as well grab those books right now, so we'll have them when we come in. Is it cold outside? Should we grab our jackets on the way?" That may or may not have influenced the moderately panicked teacher.

Sidenote, have you ever heard an alarm so loud that you can both hear and feel your eardrums moving about? It's an odd feeling, let me tell you. Luckily, I already had tinnitus since before.

Always did wonder if writing with a quill felt any fancier. Sure looks like it.

So the first bit of scene 10 is done, easy-peasy. I only remembered after properly reading my script again that I actually put two spicy scenes back-to-back here, which means that I'll be working on this scene for a while longer than I thought. It's the second one that's the filth one, the first one is just regular spice.

Nooot entirely sure what I was thinking. Or, well, I suppose I do. There's simply no room to have the second scene later, so I just shoved it in immediately. And it wasn't really feasible to have scene 10 any earlier either. Yeah, the spicy scenes are going to be even more back-loaded than usual this episode. Maybe one day I'll make an episode with like four back-to-back sex scenes to start, and the rest of the episode is completely dry. That'd be funny. Well, it'd be funny until people started complaining at me.

Anyway, I'm saving spicy previews for next week. Wait, will I be able to post next week? I might have to post a day early or something. Which I suppose makes up for being so fashionably late with this one.

Oh, yeah, didn't mention that did I? Going on a vacation, and I believe the flight is early next Saturday.

Have you ever written something with a demon looking over your shoulder? Wouldn't recommend it.

Bit of a spur of the moment kinda thing. Was invited on a family trip, and was initially planning on saying no. Felt like I've got too much stuff to do. Then the second thoughts hit and said "Wait, isn't that exactly the time when you need a vacation? What's the point of a vacation if you aren't vacating the premises for a good reason?" Sometimes listening to those second thoughts is a good idea. Also, clearly my second thoughts know me well, because they threw in a dumb joke to ensure that I actually listen.

So, yeah, will be working on scene 10 for this week, ideally I'll remember to drop an early update, and then I'm gone for a week. Ideally I'll be back recharged, refreshed, inspired, and hideously sunburned. Maybe I'll look a little bit like Ruru, minus the horns. And the tits.

Oh, how the chairs have turned.

I doubt that I'll actually finish scene 10 before that, but I should make good enough headway that a hungry and motivated Gary can make quick work of the rest. Man, I'm so productive and awesome in my fantasies. Why can't real-life Gary be like that? Ooh, and give him just a tad bit of extra muscle mass while you're at it. And just one more centimeter of height, so that he finally reaches 180, thank you very much! Stupid 179, just on the verge of greatness, only to fall short at the very last moment.

I suppose I know what this year's wishlist to Santa will look like. Maybe I should address it to Hogfather instead, come to think of it. He's about as likely to make it happen.

Anyway, that about wraps up all I had to drone on about today.

Thank you so much for your support, and I wish you easily vacated bowels this week!