Geoff and Babe have disappeared. *shrug* I'm sure they'll turn up somewhere at some point.
In my search for them, I got on my bike and rode a bit. Not a very long ride, in fact it was a very, very short ride, but it was good to do. Even if it does prove that I am pathetically, horribly, shamefully out of shape. *shrug* It's my own darn fault.
But having the house to myself leaves me in a quandry. What do I do now? Do I paint? Hmm. That would be a very good thing to do, but I think I might wait until the light is a little dimmer so as to control the lighting of my arrangement a little more.
Write? That's another good idea. Question is, what do I write? There are the meme prompts I owe to
maddyriddle and
pigwidgeon37, there's the half-written chapter of SMHC, there's the expansion "No Comparison" needs, and then there's the graphic novel I have yet to start. Of course, I really need to figure out the main character's past before I write very far into that one. What was her role in the Apocolypse? Why are
They out to get her? What is her motivation in being the Guardian?
Speaking of which, remember
this pic I posted a while ago? Well, here's what it's based off of, which is what I'm thinking of using as my cover image for my graphic novel.
( The Guardian )I think I'll limber up with the prompts first. :-)