The Bent Nail Saloon.

**dusts hands on chaps, slings saddle over shoulder and enters the saloon**

**looks around**

Hmm... no one is here. I shall talk to myself.

I thought I'd visit - I'm writing a westerny*-type fantasy. Been listening to a lot of Hank Williams and yearning for the open plains... that is all...

**looks both ways, up and down the bar. Since there's no one here to see, sneaks over and makes a chocolate milkshake, using the last of the Hershey's syrup (not all of it IN the milkshake, much of it went all over her workshirt when she attempted to drink it straight from the can)**

*what should be a word, but isn't

I've been listening to late-period J Cash Esq. myself, as at times I enjoy? the sense of wrapping things up before the end which characterises his music.

I dabble in a number of SF and 'fantasy' genres and I've had a 'Firefly' type space-cowboy idea kicking around in my head for a while. Then it struck me - Hell, I don't actually need the in-space part as he treats spacecraft pretty much like a stagecoach...

So I've made a tentative start over in the SYW area but I'm terribly conscious of trying to avoid clichés.

Do you mean blushing?!

Live in peach, everyone! (inside joke)

Love has blossomed out on the plainland... a little too quickly. I gotta go back and put in more mushy stuff. I'm looking forward to the trial in the mountains of Valdor. I named one of the villains after my Grandfather! Mom would be happy.

*Peeks inside* Sees friendly faces, s folks, says seeyalater!