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la_belle_laideA list of things I've done that you might not have:
1 - Gone to the top of Kilauea, spoken with Pele, gotten very clear answers
2 - waded into the bay during a level 4 hurricane
3 - cuddled and kissed a very much alive, very indignant raptor
4 - spent the night in a public park (though I won't tell why.) On your birthday, no less.
5 - Built a fully functional 8X8X4' aviary, complete with a door and underground wiring
6 - Gotten a gift from a convicted and jailed murderer
7 - Spoken civilly with a rapist before knowing he was a rapist, ended up having to run from him, been relieved to know he was arrested again the next day
8 - Seen a person with his throat cut ear to ear (to be honest, I only saw the blood on the floor, and the man himself after all the stitches) and, a few days later, saw a different person die in a car accident a few miles away from the throat-cutting incident
9 - euthanized an animal
10 - Accurately predicted strange things in the future
11 - projectile vomited during Lord Of The Rings on New Years Eve
12 - woken up during surgery
13 - sang Bob Marley songs and Nelly's "Hott In Herre" while dressed as Raistlin Majere
14 - spoken to your dead grandmother who warned you not to get on an airplane which later crashed
15 - were unintentionally snappy to a famous musician you really, really admired*, before realizing who he was, and then were too stunned to apologize, you idiot ;)
I almost wrote "Saw your Dad get hit by a car" and "seen, touched, heard and spoken to ghosts and/or other spooky things," but I know one person on my f-list who has also done both of those things. O_o
In other news, I just got off the phone with one of the ladies at a nearby dog training facility, the one who said they would donate services to train Jimmy. I just had to give her some basic information (most importantly, that it is a charity case, as she was unaware of that O_o ) and some background on Jimmy. She was very kind and very understanding, and hopefully the trainer himself will call me today before I go to Kung Fu later.
Yesterday was the first day of Spring, as everyone knows. I woke up with it in mind to do a nice, traditional Pagan welcome, with the sweeping out the back door and welcoming in the front door and blah blah, which I can do this time since I actually do now have a back door. ^_^ But as I was sweeping, I got into Panic Mode again. I've been doing this more and more, and it goes, ridiculously enough, a little something like this:
What a beautiful day. I love life! I want to have a baby. I hope everyone I love stays alive for a long time. But what if one of my pets gets sick? What if it's one of my parents? One of my cousins?! Remember, just because you love something doesn't mean it's going to be safe forever. Your devotion is not a spell of protection. Bad things do happen to good people all the time, you know.
Crap, why am I thinking this? This is so pointless. Summer is coming. You might meet a really cute guy this summer, you know, and hit it off. It could happen. Probably won't, but it could. Anyway, think of the awesome summer parties we're all going to have, all your friends from work coming over, listening to music, going swimming... What if Pendragon gets sick the night of one of your parties? That would ruin everything, wouldn't it? Life would be so empty without my pets. I hope nothing bad happens to them.
Why focus on stuff like that, though? Spring is here! Soon you'll have baby birds, and will be planting your garden. Don't forget, you ordered that awesome banana tree! That's going to be lovely. How nice it would be if there was a cute guy who really liked you, and he was sitting under the banana tree having a pina colada, wouldn't that be so great? It could happen, you know. Probably won't, but could. I had better have a kid before anything bad happens to my parents, though. What would I do without them? Who would I talk to about the important things?
Holy crap, why am I dwelling on these things?! It must mean that I can feel something bad is about to happen and I just don't know what it is yet. That's the only thing I can think of.
Which has some truth to it. The last time I got into this state for a few months at a time, it was right before my grandfather died.
On the other hand, my aunt died two days ago and I only found out yesterday. It could just as easily be that I had a feeling of this going on, and hence the panic. That's probably what it is.
Honestly though, that train of thought is so silly. I plainly see how pointless it is, but worry is like a sickness that's very hard to shake, I think, and I also think it feeds on itself. "I'm worried. So there must be something to worry about! Which makes me more worried! Jeez, it must be something really bad!" Cycle, and all of that.
Anyway, by the time I was finished sweeping, I was in such a rotten mood that I didn't feel like welcoming anything. I sort of murmured "Begone, winter, until next year" out the back door and that was it.
Then I sat down and wrote a goodly amount of pages. Or at least I thought I did. It's so frustrating to be writing for hours, really feeling as if you've gotten your groove on, and then look back over them and see you only did two or three pages. I realized that I am almost finished with the basic plot of this book; soon I'll be to the end, although that's really just the beginning of refurbishing. The house is almost built, then it'll be time to put rugs down and furniture in and curtains on the windows and all of this. It was looking pretty long, too, even though I only really got down to working on it in the fall.
And then I looked at RC2, which some of you might remember. And RC2 is about twice the length of this nearly finished book, as well as a hell of a lot more coherent. And RC2 took me a year, which I updated in installments with feedback. In fact, my FFVII fanfiction is longer than this original novel, which is really kind of disconcerting. It seems that the longer I'm with a story, the longer I'm in the world, the more I can write about it. I'm still new to the world I've started writing for this book; I don't know my way around. I realized that I don't even know my lead character all that well.
My original idea was to take the Hero series and just change it to an original story. I realized by and by that that's not going to work. Fast and loose though I played it in those fanfictions, it still wasn't my world. I ended up scrapping most of it and keeping only the most basic elements: the traveler, the Seer, the demon, the town. The world is so different to me, and the lead character is still pretty new and unfamiliar to me. I can't quite decide who he is.
I feel like I'm writing this book in a vacuum. I might, at some point after cleaning it up a bit, post pieces of it and beg for feedback. Be warned.
*Musician: Stone Gossard, who is even more lovely in real life than in pictures. Though, do the words "grown up Harry Potter" mean anything to you?
1 - Gone to the top of Kilauea, spoken with Pele, gotten very clear answers
2 - waded into the bay during a level 4 hurricane
3 - cuddled and kissed a very much alive, very indignant raptor
4 - spent the night in a public park (though I won't tell why.) On your birthday, no less.
5 - Built a fully functional 8X8X4' aviary, complete with a door and underground wiring
6 - Gotten a gift from a convicted and jailed murderer
7 - Spoken civilly with a rapist before knowing he was a rapist, ended up having to run from him, been relieved to know he was arrested again the next day
8 - Seen a person with his throat cut ear to ear (to be honest, I only saw the blood on the floor, and the man himself after all the stitches) and, a few days later, saw a different person die in a car accident a few miles away from the throat-cutting incident
9 - euthanized an animal
10 - Accurately predicted strange things in the future
11 - projectile vomited during Lord Of The Rings on New Years Eve
12 - woken up during surgery
13 - sang Bob Marley songs and Nelly's "Hott In Herre" while dressed as Raistlin Majere
14 - spoken to your dead grandmother who warned you not to get on an airplane which later crashed
15 - were unintentionally snappy to a famous musician you really, really admired*, before realizing who he was, and then were too stunned to apologize, you idiot ;)
I almost wrote "Saw your Dad get hit by a car" and "seen, touched, heard and spoken to ghosts and/or other spooky things," but I know one person on my f-list who has also done both of those things. O_o
In other news, I just got off the phone with one of the ladies at a nearby dog training facility, the one who said they would donate services to train Jimmy. I just had to give her some basic information (most importantly, that it is a charity case, as she was unaware of that O_o ) and some background on Jimmy. She was very kind and very understanding, and hopefully the trainer himself will call me today before I go to Kung Fu later.
Yesterday was the first day of Spring, as everyone knows. I woke up with it in mind to do a nice, traditional Pagan welcome, with the sweeping out the back door and welcoming in the front door and blah blah, which I can do this time since I actually do now have a back door. ^_^ But as I was sweeping, I got into Panic Mode again. I've been doing this more and more, and it goes, ridiculously enough, a little something like this:
What a beautiful day. I love life! I want to have a baby. I hope everyone I love stays alive for a long time. But what if one of my pets gets sick? What if it's one of my parents? One of my cousins?! Remember, just because you love something doesn't mean it's going to be safe forever. Your devotion is not a spell of protection. Bad things do happen to good people all the time, you know.
Crap, why am I thinking this? This is so pointless. Summer is coming. You might meet a really cute guy this summer, you know, and hit it off. It could happen. Probably won't, but it could. Anyway, think of the awesome summer parties we're all going to have, all your friends from work coming over, listening to music, going swimming... What if Pendragon gets sick the night of one of your parties? That would ruin everything, wouldn't it? Life would be so empty without my pets. I hope nothing bad happens to them.
Why focus on stuff like that, though? Spring is here! Soon you'll have baby birds, and will be planting your garden. Don't forget, you ordered that awesome banana tree! That's going to be lovely. How nice it would be if there was a cute guy who really liked you, and he was sitting under the banana tree having a pina colada, wouldn't that be so great? It could happen, you know. Probably won't, but could. I had better have a kid before anything bad happens to my parents, though. What would I do without them? Who would I talk to about the important things?
Holy crap, why am I dwelling on these things?! It must mean that I can feel something bad is about to happen and I just don't know what it is yet. That's the only thing I can think of.
Which has some truth to it. The last time I got into this state for a few months at a time, it was right before my grandfather died.
On the other hand, my aunt died two days ago and I only found out yesterday. It could just as easily be that I had a feeling of this going on, and hence the panic. That's probably what it is.
Honestly though, that train of thought is so silly. I plainly see how pointless it is, but worry is like a sickness that's very hard to shake, I think, and I also think it feeds on itself. "I'm worried. So there must be something to worry about! Which makes me more worried! Jeez, it must be something really bad!" Cycle, and all of that.
Anyway, by the time I was finished sweeping, I was in such a rotten mood that I didn't feel like welcoming anything. I sort of murmured "Begone, winter, until next year" out the back door and that was it.
Then I sat down and wrote a goodly amount of pages. Or at least I thought I did. It's so frustrating to be writing for hours, really feeling as if you've gotten your groove on, and then look back over them and see you only did two or three pages. I realized that I am almost finished with the basic plot of this book; soon I'll be to the end, although that's really just the beginning of refurbishing. The house is almost built, then it'll be time to put rugs down and furniture in and curtains on the windows and all of this. It was looking pretty long, too, even though I only really got down to working on it in the fall.
And then I looked at RC2, which some of you might remember. And RC2 is about twice the length of this nearly finished book, as well as a hell of a lot more coherent. And RC2 took me a year, which I updated in installments with feedback. In fact, my FFVII fanfiction is longer than this original novel, which is really kind of disconcerting. It seems that the longer I'm with a story, the longer I'm in the world, the more I can write about it. I'm still new to the world I've started writing for this book; I don't know my way around. I realized that I don't even know my lead character all that well.
My original idea was to take the Hero series and just change it to an original story. I realized by and by that that's not going to work. Fast and loose though I played it in those fanfictions, it still wasn't my world. I ended up scrapping most of it and keeping only the most basic elements: the traveler, the Seer, the demon, the town. The world is so different to me, and the lead character is still pretty new and unfamiliar to me. I can't quite decide who he is.
I feel like I'm writing this book in a vacuum. I might, at some point after cleaning it up a bit, post pieces of it and beg for feedback. Be warned.
*Musician: Stone Gossard, who is even more lovely in real life than in pictures. Though, do the words "grown up Harry Potter" mean anything to you?
