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Another false start?

I began Dark Virtue again. I wrote with my heart this time, to the site that existed before almost all of the things in my present life existed, to the character and the place that are still there in my mind.

I have been asking myself for a while, how do I re-define this character and scenario for the modern web and modern me. I am not all turrets and bats like I was ten years ago, and the web is not all HTML and frames. When I re-created The Castle of the Seventh Moon, I eliminated frames since I don't remember how to do them anymore. I worked from a paper copy of the site, and still haven't finished rewriting the text for all rooms, but there it is. Still, I didn't want to finish off the project for good.

To be true to my core concept, I needed to work within the same account, since I had such an emotional attachment to my very first Internet user name. Luckily, fast-follower Yahoo made blogging available, and even allowed simultaneous posting within the site. I knew I wanted to make a blog about that original place in my mind, but I didn't know how. So much time has passed since I was seated comfortably in bed with my very first laptop, monkeying with HTML for the first time.

I am still typing up Prinzessin and am becoming so much in love with the story again, and I so regret that I never finished it, that I am thinking of incorporating it into Dark Virtue. It is about the same cast of characters and the same place, as well.

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