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Back from Quad War. The last time we went to Quad, I was disappointed in the event overall, though I liked the people. This time, much better. There was more archery outside the populace shoot, the bardic circle didn't devolve into Burning Biffy jokes (Although the original story of the real burning biffy was retold - and much mroe polished. It is still funny.) We hung out with a number of familiar people, met a few new ones. I bought a new piece of garb (Which only makes part of an outfit in itself, but is very nice. And wintery (Velveteen), so I don't expect to try and feature it until Twelfth Night, anyhow. Unlike the piece of garb waiting to be finished at home, for which I have two and a half weeks until Schutzenfest to set in sleeves and hem.) We metup successfully with the woman we were driving abck with (Who ahd left a week earlier than us to go to Dragonslayer as well.) And it sounds like plans to go to Dragonslayer next year are well udnerway (Gee, an event that almost wholly features archery and bardic over all else? Why on earth would I want to go?)

The trip was long, but time passed well; we listened to two of the Narnia books, and when that wasn't on, I wrote a lot on two stories. Soldier got a lot of progress made on it, but the last day, I started writing a moderately strange thing - based on a dream - which will ultimately feature a plot involving an attempt by a bride-who-is-not-what-she-seems to bomb her own celebrity wedding. I'm already debating turning my male protagonist into a girl just to get away from the excess of males (especially gay/bi males, as he's the latter) who crop up in my brain. Or not; the character dynamics as they are are interesting, and they fall apart with a gender switch.

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Back from Quad War. The last time we went to Quad, I was disappointed in the event overall, though I liked the people. This time, much better. There was more archery outside the populace shoot, the bardic circle didn't devolve into Burning Biffy jokes (Although the original story of the real burning biffy was retold - and much mroe polished. It is still funny.) We hung out with a number of familiar people, met a few new ones. I bought a new piece of garb (Which only makes part of an outfit in itself, but is very nice. And wintery (Velveteen), so I don't expect to try and feature it until Twelfth Night, anyhow. Unlike the piece of garb waiting to be finished at home, for which I have two and a half weeks until Schutzenfest to set in sleeves and hem.) We metup successfully with the woman we were driving abck with (Who ahd left a week earlier than us to go to Dragonslayer as well.) And it sounds like plans to go to Dragonslayer next year are well udnerway (Gee, an event that almost wholly features archery and bardic over all else? Why on earth would I want to go?)

The trip was long, but time passed well; we listened to two of the Narnia books, and when that wasn't on, I wrote a lot on two stories. Soldier got a lot of progress made on it, but the last day, I started writing a moderately strange thing - based on a dream - which will ultimately feature a plot involving an attempt by a bride-who-is-not-what-she-seems to bomb her own celebrity wedding. I'm already debating turning my male protagonist into a girl just to get away from the excess of males (especially gay/bi males, as he's the latter) who crop up in my brain. Or not; the character dynamics as they are are interesting, and they fall apart with a gender switch.