Who watches the Wedgeman?

Hey all. Occasionally I do stuff. Here's some stuff I did today:

" Three days, three hours. She stared down the clock, daring it to move. Time had been mocking her with every single tick since her niece had disappeared to find food. Four days, four hours. No water, no food.

Absence is the hardest part of life. To face absence is to face terror. Five days, five hours. The sound of the falling shells became as rhythmic as the achingly slow tick of the clock; as the sound of the blood pounding in her head. The colours were starting to swim.

She was face to face with terror now and it consumed her. A burst of movement; a single bullet, matching the clock's tick perfectly. Six days, six hours. The clock had stopped."

 That was a really poor piece of fiction I wrote in about 20 minutes as part of my Writing Trauma module. It's slightly adapted from real testimonies in Both Right and Left Handed: Arab Women Talk about Their Lives and from things I've read in The Eye of the Mirror. So why did I choose to do this? Well, it was an unusually creative response to the stuff I'd read. We were told to write something like that, just a couple of paragraphs done as a group. My group's eventual effort was sadly crap (they did hold onto one or two of my good ideas, like the clock and the time motif, but abandoned much of the rest of it).

 What else is going on in my life? Well, I'm unwell. This is very sucky. The SUCS guys and the SUMA guys and the Sci-fi guys (try saying that ten times fast!) are all cool and overlapping. This means there might be some sort of Swansea University Geek Alliance (SUGA, pronounced "sugar") at some point in the future. It would be cool to have been a part of forming that. Well, cool in a very geeky way.

 I've received everything in Fables that has been published. It's a series that keeps getting better and better (although I'm starting to miss Bigby. He's bound to come back soon). Basically, it's set in modern New York where a group of characters from myth and legend cohabit, having been exiled from their home. Prominent fables are Prince Charming, Snow White, Beauty and Beast and, my personal favourite, the chain-smoking, generally unkempt and perpetually unshaven son of the North Wind, Bigby Wolf. Ok, so he's just John Constantine again, but he's still awesome.