I used to have a life, now I have a LorF...

LorF has stolen my life.  I've spent the past two days insanely making LorF icons, chatting to fellow LorFers on msn and making vital casting decisions.  On the up side, we've found the perfect person to play Random Survivor of Trauma No. 2.  On the down side, I'm not doing as much non-LorF-related writing as certain Timothies might like.

But LorF is writing!  And it's better than the ordinary sort of writing, because you receive immediate feedback and you feel as though you're part of something big... because you are.  It's amazing to think that LorF has grown from a simple question asked on an un-related messageboard: Your life or your freedom?  Since then, we've made ourselves an LJ community, a most plendiferous wiki and more icons than you could poke a stick at.  We've lured people into our trap and refused to let them go.

Best of all, I've made some fantastic friends that should last me for a LorFtime lifetime.

I don't know how I'm going to cope without LorF when I go to stay at my parents' place this week.  I think I'm going to have to divide the stay up between a) working on Ever Again and Nunnery, b) getting some heavy-duty LorF writing done, and, oh yes, c) spending some quality time with said parents.  I suppose I should do some of that.

And then there'll be time spent making tea, of course.  For some reason, whenever I visit my parents, they always expect me to fall into my old role of making cuppas.

But for now, I must occupy myself with some plotting and planning and brainstorming.  Well, no-one ever said LorF was supposed to be easy...