Thursday, December 25, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Oh wait, that was a lie. *laughs* Scenes, what a joke. I have, so far this week, written 4k, in ONE scene. But it was a fun scene. :D I described a bunch of people, kinda, and Sarti turned her hair blue. That girl is starting to worry me. She came into the story as a quiet, friendly girl, and now she's kicking drug addictions, fangirling over ships, and dying her hair blue.
“We were doing to be under the command of someone who’s more experienced in this kind of thing, a Lieutenant Phewhee, but he fell unexpectedly ill with flesh eating fungus twenty minutes ago."
Monday, December 1, 2008
Well, technically I won. *cheery* And I wrote the longest story I've ever gotten out of my head. However, I'm, uh, not done. I just FINALLY arrived at the main "adventure;" 88,802 words in. That is so fail, it's almost matchy. :D
“The Organization of Work Roles by Intelligence Quota.Drudge, IQ of 80 or below.Worker, IQ of 80 to 100.Technician, IQ of 100 to 115.Skilled, IQ of 115 to 130.Intellectual, IQ of 130 or above.”Each ranking will be offered jobs as appropriate to their abilities.”
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
*stolen from Bahnree, who stole if from Kemendraugh, who stole it from Bahnree, who stole it from someone else...*
I have so many characters I don't know what to do with them, and I just am about to introduce a bunch more. So, I'm going to do this one in sessions. First session; the people who traumatize Jennet, and Jennet.
A. How old are you?
Dane: 18 and three quarters.
Jennet: 5' 4"
Appel: 6' 2"
Jole: 5' 8"
Dane: 5' 11"
Tanner: 2 m.
C. Do you have any bad habits?
Jennet: Uh, I blush a lot? *blushes* I'm TRYING to stop, but everyone keeps doing things. And stop looking at me!
Appel: Define "bad." I have some illegal habits, sure.
Jole: I keep failing to successfully commit suicide. I need to stop that.
Dane: No? What could possibly be wrong with me?
Tanner: Playing poker.
(Jennet: Oh, so you loose money at poker?
Tanner: No. I win, and then other people are broke. And that creates tension.)
E. What’s your hairstyle?
Appel: Light brown, straight, I get it cut about once every six months
Jole: It's- black. And short? *looks at it through your eyes* Is that gel? Did the girls gel me AGAIN? CARMINITA!!!!
Dane: Brown with blond pointing, really touchable.
Tanner: Red hair, usually with a bit of high explosive in it. That stuff gets everywhere.
F. Have any kids?
Jennet: *blushes* Nooooo?
Appel: Heh. None that I know about.
Dane: How was I to know that the stupid girl would get all emotional about it?
Tanner: We're gonna apply for permission again after this tour.
G. Favorite food?
Jennet: I like apple juice. And strawberry smoothies!
Appel: Barbecue beef sandwiches.
Jole: Tea. Earl grey, if you have it.
I. Killed anyone?
Jennet: No. Uh, should I be concerned that you're asking me that? *looks around nervously*
Appel: No one has ever died when I was present.
Jole: Does failing to get it through- Okay, that was not my fault. She was graduated, and everything. I'm gonna say no.
Tanner: I don't keep track of the count.
J. Hate anyone?
Jennet: That sounds really definite. I, don't think I'm able to be mad at someone that long.
Jole: Yes. And no, you don't get to know who. Break my shields yourself, if you want to know- oh wait. You can't. That's right.
Dane: If I don't like them they're not worthy of my notice.
Tanner: It's not professional.
K. Any secrets?
Jennet: *goes resolute* I have no idea what you're talking about.
Appel: Do you think I should? *winks and slouches against the wall*
Jole: Huh. I try.
Dane: Look. My life is an open book. All you have to do is look at my perfect record. There's nothing to hide!
Tanner: Don't you think the weather is lovely today?
L. Love anyone?
Jennet: My little sister, and Matthew, and all the staff, and Appel, and Petria, and Jole, and- wait a second. How are we defining "love?"
Appel: Why should I tell you?
Jole: It's better not to become emotionally involved. In anything.
Dane: Myself. *realizes that he said that out loud.* Self respect is important!
Tanner: Katy. *grins sheepishly* She's gonna wait for me.
M. What is your job?
Jennet: Controller Trainee! It's so fun!
Appel: Controller Trainee, for now.
Jole: Controller Tech.
Dane: Controller. *voices are heard from off camera* Wait, what do you mean I can't say that till I graduate? I got in, what more do you want? *goes off to argue*
Tanner: Guardian, Out of Nation VIPs, specifically controller Trainees
N. Are you a boy or a girl?
Dane: *comes back into the room.* Wait, what? Oh. boy.
Jennet: One mother, one little sister, little sister's dad.
Jole: I never met them. I suppose they're out there, if I was to look. And I wanted to risk them meeting me.
Dane: My family is highly upstanding and well connected.
Tanner: Katy is my family now.
P. Best Friends?
Jennet: Uh, Jole? And Petria talks to me sometimes. And Appel drugged me that one time, which was nice. *looks around.* Wait, what did I say? What did I SAY??
Appel: I'm working on it.
Jole: No. Carmanita, get yourself off me. We fight, we are not friends.
(Carmanita: That's what you say. You know you'd bail me out. And I called the medics on you.
Jole: *glares* That was not a friedly thing to do.
Carmanita: Oh, so a friend would have just watched you die?
*they argue, and forget the question.*
Dane: Everyone who meets me wants to be friends with me. *smug*
Tanner: Well, right now everyone is getting used to being broke, so not at work. *someone off camera says something* Wait, what are you doing with that message? That's private! Get your grimy hands off of Katy!
Q. What was the most surprising moment in your life up until now?
Jennet: Uh, uh, it's hard to chose. When we got the letter about my dad? That was pretty shocking. Or, uh, when I realized where Jole had brought me? OH! The first time I logged on with Jole. That was a good day. Even if I was pretty sore afterwards. *Looks around and goes red* I said something wrong again, didn't I? Oh my.
Appel: I'm not usually surprised.
Jole: When I discovered that I wasn't dead? THANK YOU, Carmanita.
Dane: I always know what's going on. Wait. Verjinya, what were you doing in my room?
Tanner: I'd have to say having a girl fall from the ceiling was not what I expected.
R. Where would you rather be?
Jennet: Do I have to wish to be somewhere else? I tend to be pretty happy where I am.
Jole: Dead. Or barring that, the UO. Or barring that, anywhere else, after this cursed school burns down.
Dane: In charge of the Nation. Wait, did I say that, out loud?
Tanner: Mmmm. Home with Katy would be nice. But I don't hate my job.
S. Ever wish to be something else?
Jennet: Something? You mean, like a cat? I wanted to be a train when I was three.
Appel: I don't know, I think I'm pretty all right.
Dane: I'd like to be richer. But really, you couldn't improve on anything else.
Tanner: Oh, my job is pretty good.
T. Ever kissed anyone that's not a family member?
Jennet: *goes red* No. Unless, that time when I was so out of it, or that other time, or the time on the ship.. *goes more red* Uh, I'm pretty sure not?
Jole: Yes. I was young, and she was crying.
Dane: Of, course?
Tanner: *emotionless* Yes.
Sanity count: MIA
Sleep count: I've staying up till 130 or 230, and then getting up at 800. Does that make me a bad person?
Caffeine count: Strangely low. Only about three coffees over a twelve hour period, and then I run on stubbornness and water for another six hours.
Overall: I'm writing drivel, but it's my drivel. And fire is pretty.
I burned a crayon in the fireplace yesterday, which was interesting. If you pick it up with the poker, you get drips of flaming stuff ornamenting the fireplace. I also bowed to the inevitable and fired up MSN, (Yes, I do put this on the same level as literally playing with fire,) and was rewarded by being able to talk to the marvelous MoonUnit/Kendra, depending on what week it is. We discussed lots of sketchy things. And silly pink girls. My oh my, I cannot wait till December, and being able to read other people's books. *squees*
Are you noticing a certain "style," shall we say, of coherence? It's not an act. This is how I think right now. Though I'm omitting the profanity for KF-ness. :P
But I also went on a 75 minute walk, and discussed the insanity of liberal lawyers as regarding the military with my Dad, so now I'm all inspired again. Yay for idiots in power! *cough* I'm looking at you, Deshaselane. The walk was good though. A bunch of people dropped their backstory on me, which was startling. Dulamon has a wonderfully sketchy past, complete with self-inflicted blackmail. :D And Etna is freaky. "The attrition rate at that age is, high." Oh, and I also figured out, oh, lots of things.
*looks around vaguely* *headbobs* And if I have to listen to Japanese techno, new rock/country, syth heavy indie rock, alternative, hip-hop, uh- whatever it is that Kendra keeps finding and telling me about, celtic, electronic, AND straight-up rock to keep my brain from shutting down, that's fine, right? Right? *thinks* No, there really is a stunning lack of "christian music" in my playlist. Oh well. *runs away to add linkin park and daft punk*
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Nano is doing fun things to my brain.
Friday, November 21, 2008
I'm finally starting to see what other people are talking about when they say that their characters did a certain thing, or wouldn't go to a certain place, and so on. I mean, that's just Selk, and he just swears. :D He can also drink you under the table, and doesn't bother to dodge bullets.
This story is so deeply messed up. *sigh* But tomorrow I get to teach Kael to jump trains! w00t!
Thursday, November 20, 2008
I'm still alive!
Yes, I am still puttering away at my novel. And despite the fact that the story seems to have no end, I am still fully capable of pulling a yesterday, and writing a couple of scenes that amuse me, and do not advance the tiny plot in any way whatsoever. *sigh*
So, my word count is 63,115, and I still don't have them planet side. I mean, you have to admire such exotic fail, in a way. I start a story with two images, stick another one in the middle so there is time between explosions, and by the time I actually write the darn thing, it's obese with characters. I need to stop worrying about the passage of time and just kidnap the kids already. Dum de dum de dum...
And most of the novel is just, silly. *sigh* But today I get to- *evil laughter*
Saturday, November 15, 2008
That was earlier. Then I also managed to get the rest of my words done, and am presently at 50,077. I am also starting to be rather concerned about my novel. Hitting the high points, there is a character who likes to walk around with as little clothing as possible, another who is a cross-dressing emo angsty suicidal homicidal maniac, a guy who acts gay- though he likes girls, a guy with two girl friends, an entire posse of girls which includes a druggie, a girl who thinks she's a guy, and a girl with what is probably PTSD. Oh, and a guy who has a bad habit of hacking into girl's minds. At this point my group of severely traumatized clones is the most stable ones of the whole crew. And I have a very thin thread of a plot.
Huh, and put like that, it sounds like a weird story.:D
I think when I do the edit I'm going to divide up Kael's story and Jennet's. They are connected, but only faintly. And trying to juggle them both, which I what I"m doing now, isn't really working. Not only do you have to balance two stories, but it takes forever for anything to happen. SO much time, in fact, that I'm just going to cut out a bunch of stuff I had blocked in, and put it in flashbacks if necessary. Seriously, who wants to wait 50,000 words for anything big to happen? NO ONE. Though I did have fire, and drugs, and lots of fights. :D
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
- Hide and Seek, Imogen Heap (Jennet)
- Ill-M-I, Tobymac (all the 57th EF)
- Get Me Through December, Allison Krauss and Natalie McMaster
- Ironic, Alanis Morissette
- Into the Ocean, Blue October (Jole (to the max))
- To America We Go, Ashley McIssac, (Etna)
- Move Along, All-American Rejects
- Hurt, Johnny Cash (Kael)
- Blow Me Away, Breaking Benjamin (Haggerty)
- Love Song, Sara Bareilles
- Anywhere Is, Enya
- Adrenaline, Gavin Rossdale
Sunday, November 9, 2008
I’m sorry Private, I didn’t hear you clearly over the noise my command insignia was making. Did you say that you are able to perform my search at the same level I am? Private?
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Saturday, November 1, 2008
"The first week is supposed to be easy cause you're all inspired and junk; I've never noticed a difference personally."
Private Neph, 15 years old and trying desperately to make up for the fact that he had gotten himself cut into fourteen pieces on his last mission, handed Corporal Tenish a mug of coffee and took an elaborate sip from one himself. “Did it work, sir?” He had spent two months in sickbay growing back vital organs.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
EDIT: This is something my dad said, just as an aside while walking through the room. And I chortled manically into my computer and wrote it down. :P This is also why I am delighted at being able to write actual military guys this Nov. I am also terrified, since I think I'll flub it, but I love the humour. *is gleeful*
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
Sunday, October 5, 2008
"These people are in Brazil, right?" "Yep." "So why are they speaking Spanish?" "Americans." "Right."
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
- I have back-story.
- I have history of my empire(s). Yes, I have THREE distinct cultures which need imagining. Scrap that, I think I need four. Oh my, it's five. Five. Good grief.
- I have three characters who have etched their viewpoints on the inside of my brain and demanded that I relate them, and I can see three others who will grab text if given half a chance.
- I have four major "adventures" and flashbacks.
- I have costume design, for goodness sake. COSTUME DESIGN. Why???
- I don't have maps- only because my empires are three-dimensional.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
1. Choose a few of your own characters. Five at the most one at the least.
2. Make them answer the following questions.
3. Feel free to go ahead and add some question yourself!!
- Herr Bruno
How old are you?
- Why are you asking me this? Get out of my Kitchen!
- Depends on what calendar you're using, thou oh-so-intelligent. I'm old enough to take care of myself.
Do you have any bad habits?
- Only according to my Parents.
- I'm quiet? People keep dying, but it's NOT my fault.
- My temper can get rather dramatic. I am not joking. If you want to keep your house in one piece, it's not a good idea to anger me.
- Putting up with the IDIOTS who populate my kitchen!
- No. These scars are old. And if you touch me, I'll hurt you.
- What part of "I'm 16" do you not get? Though I'm engaged. Kind of. Maybe. Uh- Next question!
- I'm single.
- The last guy I went out with had to have his memory wiped. Any other questions?
- I am married to my art. PUT DOWN THAT SALT CELLAR OR I WILL GUT YOU.
- It's illegal to be married. I have my sisters.
Have any kids?
- None that I know of!
- Did Margerete put you up to that question?
- What kind of question is that? I just told you I'm single! And yes, I'm old-fashioned. Get over it.
- *is busy beating the person who dropped a bowl of strawberries*
- Me, allowed to have kids? That's a joke.
- Katie's hot chocolate. I could live on that stuff.
- The little spring eel pies that Margerete makes with the gravy and the vegetables, and the crust so shiny...
- Lemon bars. But without coconut, and just browned, so the top cracks when you cut into it. Lovely!
- I love all food. EXEPT THE SLOP THEY SERVE IN OTHER KITCHENS!
- Well, here, I suppose I'd have to say the contraband bread from the worker's level was awfully good. Aside from that, food isn't a point of interest.
- I'm sorry? What?
- Grasshopper pie. Or rocky road. Or cherry chip. Or Rolo. Or- oh, for goodness sake, any ice cream I can get shipped in solid is marvelous.
- Ice cream? Iced Cream. Hmm, that sounds interesting. MARTIN! Bring me the cream and the ice shavings, and Martin, bring me some strawberries...
- I'm no favorite. I don't get treats. Who are you anyways?
- I'm pretty sure I'd have been told. Pretty sure. Unless-
- I say prayers for their souls every day.
- He deserved it.
- I prefer to keep those who have sinned where they can repent of their transgressions against the culinary world. For a LONG time.
- I- don't remember.
- Takes too much effort.
- No. Loathe though, I can manage.
- "Hate"implies that they're on my level.
- YOU! What are you doing with that pie?!!!??? *hurls a knife* No, why do you ask?
- Not a person, exactly. I try not to think about them.
- I wasn't there. I was in Grand Bank. Grand Bank, I tell you!
- Next Question.
- Not unless you include the alternate identity, and the gift- and you don't remember me saying any of that. Right?
- Withholding information isn't the same as lying about it, right? I mean, they don't know about it, but they don't need to, right? And not telling the Observers things is totally not even an issue. And the- you know, I'm just going to say no, and leave it there.
- Michael. Just joking! Just joking...
- I followed my brother across the world to bail him out. Does that count?
- You touch my family, you die. Tell whoever sent you that.
- What is the point of this question?
- Not now. Not anymore. Not here.
- I'm a student. Though Katie seems to want me to work at McDonalds. It's in discussion.
- I work in the kitchen. And I pour wine at the high table.
- I'm the only person on this island, what do you think?
- I am master of the kitchen. And the cellars. And the docks.
- You really are not the highest rating, aren't you? Look at my ident code. It has "drudge" in the TITLE!
- Two parents.
- One brother, but he's under sentence of death. And it's my fault. I WILL break him out.
- Daddy, Muv, Pete, Ally, Mike, John, Geoff, Jane, and Sally.
- They died in the winter when I was a child.
- I'm the only one left.
- After that weekend, I think I can count on Allison, Michael, Katie, Ben and Kathleen to stand by me. I'm not saying I like them though.
- Margerete is amazing. And Brother Hugo. But I can't trust anyone else, right now. I shouldn't even trust them, really.
- Back at home, a couple.
- *doesn't answer*
- Me? You've got me mixed up with someone people like.
- When Mr. X shot that man. I don't even know his name.
- When it turned out that Herr Adolf knew who I was. I'm still not sure where that is going.
- The first time I flew was very memorable.
- When my assistant made a flawless cake. I could not have done better myself. Then I knew who my successor must be.
- When I first saw fire summoned. That was a good day.
- Out of this dead-end town?
- Safe. Just somewhere where I could relax.
- Why would I want to be anywhere else?
- In the UO. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.
- A couple girls, yeah. A lot, actually.
- Who do you think I am?
- Thankfully, no.
- This interview is over. *walks away*
- Kissed? Uh, it didn't mean anything, I'm sure.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
So, comment me if you want a copy. And if you, being deeply deranged and undiscerning, pirate it; I will hunt you down and make you wish I had killed you. *cheeky grin* For the fortunate favorites, (or perhaps not so fortunate,) who read the first copy, it hasn't changed much. I just put in some (very little) scenes which hopefully will render it less in need of translation.
Friday, July 4, 2008
"I used to have so much mercy." (not from what I'm reading. :D)
Such lovely lines....
Right. I did not get on here to talk about quotes, I got on here to announce my official intent to run through an edit of Definantely Not Legal. I need to get it in some form of decent. And I need to buy some teabags, cause this is gonna be intense. Chocolate, too might help. Right, I'm definately gonna do it this time. For sure. *nods*
I'll be coherent you'll see. REALLY coherent.
I apoligize to the world in advance.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
I finished Stranger in a Strange Land. Yes, I did.
I had started it before, and not liked it. Then I kept coming across references to it, and found a cheap copy, and I had recently re-read some books that I had not liked and I did like them this time, so I thought I give it another go. And how did it go? I very much doubt that I will read it again. It just- failed to catch my interest. Big time failure. When the MC strips nude in a public square and is stoned to death, the other MC's break into the morgue, steal part of his body and eat it, and then go off to form a group-marriage commune and the reader's reaction is "meh;" you know the author has some issues.
It is sad, because I really like his juvenile fiction. (His being other things by Heinlein). But in the adult stuff, he seems to spend way too much time preaching laughably inaccurate sexual ethics and various self-centered heresies. And they aren't even new heresies! Come on man, get it together... Yeah, in all the adult stuff I've managed to wade my way through so far, he manages to have at least one episode where a (female) character monologues on about how wonderful pornography and/or free sex is. The only problem is; all his characters sound like men. So you are supposed to have this great eureka moment, ("Oh, there is no emotional bond connected to sex, and women like being stared at in lust!") and instead the whole scene rings hysterically false. Bottom line; to any of my younger siblings who might see this post- don't read the book. Read Citizen of the Galaxy instead if you want some good SF. And to anyone else who sees this; consider yourself warned. I wash my hands of it. :D
And now I'm reading an actual good book. *hugs it* Unfinished Tales, you make my heart soar. :P Since I'm reading it in snatches of time between shifts I'm only as far as "the Children of Hurin," but it sings at me from the corner of the room. I greatly love the style of writing. It feels like I could pick any line at random and it would be a good quote. A lovely book. Read it. Yes, I'm talking to you!
And what else have I devoured lately? Oh, yes. FMA. :D Bless the day I stole a volume off Stephanie's shelf and read it in the basement. "I have worse things than that to regret." Lovely.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Once upon a time there was a certain Victor Stairs. On that overcast day in April, danger lurked in the shadows as Victor and Danny played whoever gets hit in the head with a rock first loses.Priceless.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
Word count I am at: 37,588
I've been writing scenes I'm not really sure about for the last couple of days, but every so often I get a line that clicks another chunk of plot into place. So I don't want to totally write them off, but they're mainly mediocre, with a very few redeeming features. In comparison to the rest of my stuff, that is. We're not going to talk about how good they are in reference to actually good work :D
And I keep trying to find ways for certain people not to die. *cries* I won't tell you who they are, because I might find a way, and also I want it to be a shock if any of you end up reading Merchant's Daughter. I just need some casualties! And I don't want them to be pure "expendables."
Darn, darn, darn. *frowns*
You see, I've never actually killed anyone yet, so it's a new thing.
Anyhow, in other news, Ritter Sebastian has arrived, I've married Jana off, and Adelheid has turned out to be "such a man!" :D I'm glad. I was worried about her for a while, and now I like her again. Marching through the castle, terrorizing all the men. :P
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
"Now, ladies and gentlemen, I do not have enough staff to spare them to the inevitable loss of limbs and dismemberment I will make sure result from mistakes, so please don't make any."Good times, good times.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Word count I am: 27,077 *cringes more*
Title: Merchant's Daughter
I'm changing the title back, since it was too hard to explain.
And I now have a merchant singing in Latin. Yes, Latin. Did you know that you can find the entire Vulgate bible on the internet? I was quite pleased.
I have GOT to get up early tomorrow to write. No more excuses.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Word Count I am at: 26,104
I admit it, I totally failed at writing on days where I also worked. But I'm starting to catch up now! Really! *sincere*
I'm rather happy about how my characters are suddenly discovering who they are. Hugh is amazing, I realized, and Adelheid has some kind of a personality! No, Hugh always had a personality, but I got to do an extended foray into how insane he actually is. You have no idea! He actually has a really sad backstory too. Or at least, it was sad in my head, so I hope it translates that way.
Also, Adelhied slapped someone, and got to be her queenly self in two dissimilar situations, which stitched together two divergent personality pieces in my head. Moreover, I finally wrote Adolph! He was the first character to arrive in my head, and the last one of my MC to talk. At this time he's remarkably fun to write, and I haven't even used many of his really good lines yet! *dances* He needs to do a lot of growing up though. This should be fun!
I finished the murder dare, so now I just have to include the one(s) about real people. And no, I am not counting Adelhied as me, despite the slapping episode. *firmly*
My story makes me happy.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
My main female character. She's 19, and her brother ran off to travel the world selling things three yeas ago. Now he got put under sentence of death in Hamberg, and called her there so he could see her before he died. She is currently under an assumed name, Adele, working in the kitchen of the Castle where he is imprisoned, and cooking up something devious along with the fish.
The brother who ran off to travel the world. He's blond, 17, and a little ADHD. He has a wicked business sense, but doesn't always notice the traps he's walking into. Currently imprisoned, and giving language lessons to the daughter of the Castle Steward.
The daughter of the Castle Steward in Hamberg. She's got a club foot, and hasn't been out of the Castle in years. Sensible as the day is long, she helps out wherever an extra pair of hands is needed. Taking language lessons from Johannes, and likes the crazy stories he tells.
She's lived in Hamberg her whole life, which is almost 40 years so far. She has no children, but she takes most of the castle under her wing, including Adelhied/Adele. She knows EVERYTHING that goes on. Is Herr Bruno's right hand woman, though he'd never say so.
- Herr Bruno:
The crazy cook at Hammaburg (the name of the castle). Literally, he carries a massive broken sword that he's ground smooth, and he bites the blade when he's agitated, which is often. So he's bending you backwards over the table with the sword at your throat, and blood running down his chin where he cut himself. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY BREAD?!? If you make a mistake in his kitchen, you run for your life. Also, no one ever knows quite where he is, which doesn't help the stress level.
Johannes's partner, he's an scarred middle aged ex-crusader with a past we haven't talked about yet. But he handles swords like he was born with them in his hands. He's currently hiding out in a monastery as a novice, and is heading for Hammaburg with a delivery of beer. Spent "16 years on a battlefield."
- Martin (brown):
A 9 year old page to the Herzog, with brown hair, he ends up helping Herzogin Mechtilde's ladies with her sewing, which he is not pleased about. Had once lesson in how to fight properly from Hugh, which he was pleased about. He has a running friendship/feud with
- Martin (white):
A 9 year old kitchen boy with blond hair. Fights Brown Martin on sight, and notices more than you'd think.
The Herzog, he's 2o, and likes to go about in disguise to learn about his property, though everyone knows who he is because of his red hair. He was not pleased when his mother tried to arrange a marriage with him to Adelhied, who he's never met, and thereupon announced that he was moving to Hamberg, and that he's going to marry lady Nathalie. He goes by Alban when he's "undercover."
The "understood" betrothed of Adolph. Pretty and predatory. Adolph didn't stand a chance. She was widowed once before, and is making a very advantageous marriage to Adolph. Her Uncle is Ritter Sebastian.
- Ritter Sebastian:
The Chief adviser to Herzogin Mechtilde. He was the instrument of Johannes's condemnation, which was unwarranted. He likes power, and also for people to not know that he likes or has power. Doesn't hold a grudge, because he doesn't need to. If he doesn't like you, you're already dead.
- Herzogin Mechtilde:
Herzogin of Hamberg, and many other places which she'd rather visit. She was made regent of her son's lands when her husband died 15 years ago, and she isn't letting go of the power. She's very used to it by now, in fact.
At age 14, she was shipped off to Hammaburg to snare a husband, but she spends all her time in the stillroom making medicines. Skittish, she has very good hearing, and knows how to use her store of herbs to do remarkable things, despite not liking them.
- Father Nikolous:
The (very) new priest at Hammaburg. He is in charge of both the castle and the surrounding area, now that Father David died. He's very eager to do a good job, but sometimes is a little too eager to do well.
Monday, May 12, 2008
I am aware that the idioms I used are not exactly medieval. I blame this on the fact that they're talking in German, and Polish, and Danish, and so of course in the translation things happen.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Friday, May 9, 2008
Thursday, May 8, 2008
"If you touch me, I'll kill you. If you touch my computer, I'll just make you wish I had killed you."
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Word count I am at: 9,110
Title: I am not who I am
Monday, May 5, 2008
Friday, May 2, 2008
And now, for the next little while, I'm writing on paper. *nods*
After lunch, I was sitting in the corner of the living room chuckling evilly to myself pver my notebook, in a manner which I am sure was quite disturbing. It wasn't even an evil scene, but I was just enjoying myself. It's so fun to figure out who your characters are! Johannes, you silly boy... *wide grin* I shall have to tamp down my character ranting, too, since I don't think my family wants me talking about my characters at odd times, for the rest on the month. My poor sister Courtney was the recipient of three outbursts before I managed to reign myself in.
Funnily, my main character is the one who needs the most work right now. I had all her lines done for the first scene for a couple of weeks, but now her brother Johannes is very different from the way I originally saw him, so she comes off as self centered and emo, which is NOT true! I affirm this! Yes, Johannes was originally big, oblivious, 24, and somewhat slow. Now he's ADHD, with a wicked business sence, and 16. Puts a different spin on the conversation, no?
I like my story abruptly, which is good. I have a feeling that might help in the early morning. I should point out that I am NOT an early morning person, and I am just trying to train myslef ot get up early as that is the time when I can use the computer most easily, when I have a login. It remains to be seen if that is any kind of successful.
Okay, I need to go do clothes research. May all your plots come to an end!
Thursday, May 1, 2008
I'm kinda playing fast and loose with the dates, but I have my setting. Ish. If there is anyone who reads this who knows things about Saxony at the time of the Second Crusade, or Mediaeval German life in general, call me.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
To sum it all up, if you want to write, if you want to create, you must be the most sublime fool that God ever sent out and set rambling.Sounds like fun.
You must write every day of your life.
You must read dreadful dumb books and glorious books and let them wrestle in beautiful fights inside your head, vulgar one moment, brilliant the next.
You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfume and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads.
I wish for you a wrestling match with your Creative Muse that will last a lifetime.
I wish craziness and foolishness and madness upon you.
May you live with hysteria, and out of it make fine stories- science fiction or otherwise.
Which finally means, may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.
Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.
There really are no characters in plays; there are relationships.
First drafts are for learning what your novel or story is about.
Never tell your reader what your story is about. Reading is a participatory sport. People do it because they are intelligent and enjoy figuring things out for themselves.
-George V. Higgins
Never feel guilty about reading. That's what you do.
Tell almost the whole story.
When the plot flags, bring in a man with a gun.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
I really want to write my own story, though I've done a shocking lack of work on it. Also, I was hit with a plot bunny that wants to turn a story that Bahnree is writing into an OC tournament.
So, the people who are participating have a character, or a couple of characters. They write a description of their character, and their fighting style, and maybe a bit of a back story so that the other participants can get a feel for who the character is. Then the characters are paired off in duels, and the writers have to write a fight, wherein his or her characters wins the duel. The trick is, their opponent is writing the duel too, with his or her character winning instead. Then independent judges will pick the best story of the two that are submitted, and the winner will advance to the next round, just like in a real life tournament. Then they are paired with another character, a duel takes place, etc.
This would be really good writing practice, and just, fun! Maybe we'll do it in June or July. Kendra and Stephanie could probably lure in a bunch of people, too. For goodness sake, I might be able to lure in some people, in fact.
Oh! And on the May/PENredux front, Kemendraugh is probably going to be doing the writing with Bahnree and I! I'm happy!
And, it's after midnight. Time to head for bed.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Sometimes, when she seems to be handling things so well,all she really wants is for someone to hold her while she cries herself out.
Sometimes, when she makes light of what's going on,it's because she's ashamed of how her life sounds like a sob story.
Sometimes, when she says, "I'm going crazy,"she means it.
Sometimes, when she moves quietly through the roomit's because she's so frail she doesn't want to run the risk of breaking.Sometimes, she's so still,because all her energy is going towards staying upright and dry-eyed.Sometimes, that self-possessed girl in the corner thinking,is wishing with all her remaining strength that someone would please see what's going on.Sometimes the obvious is no such thing.
You're A Prayer for Owen Meany!
by John Irving
Despite humble and perhaps literally small beginnings, you inspire faith in almost everyone you know. You are an agent of higher powers, and you manifest this fact in mysterious and loud ways. A sense of destiny pervades your every waking moment, and you prepare with great detail for destiny fulfilled. When you speak, IT SOUNDS LIKE THIS!
Mystical and rain-soaked, you remain mysterious to many people, and this makes you intriguing. You also like a good night at the pub, though many are just as worried that you will blow up the pub as drink your beverage of choice. You're good with words, remarkably lucky, and know and enjoy at least fifteen ways of eating a potato. You really don't like snakes.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
"Well, if I travel during November, I'm going to have to have a laptop of some kind. Nothing fancy, just one that can handle word processing, a USB port, and internet access. A electric typewriter. But how would I charge it?"
This shows how stressed about exams I am today. My subconscious is occupied with the logistics of traveling during nanowrimo. *grins* Yes, I am in the middle of exam week, if you didn't' know. One week of 7 exams, all of which have been described in my hearing as "third year university level." But who even worries about exams when they're happening? You worry before and then when the days hit you are totally serene. *nods emphatically*
In other news, I'm starting to get really excited about writing in May, but I need to get the world imaged a little bit better in my head. I'll be writing in the very early morning, I think so, so I want to try to stave off the temptation to drop into science fiction. I don't know if that made sense to anyone, but anyhow...
I need to figure out a location for my people, and an era. Oh, I'm so excited! I'm still a little sad that only Stephanie and I are doing PENredux, but everyone seems to be busy with life. Oh, I don't know, maybe we'll find someone else who's willing to try to write 50,000 words in 31 days! *is hopeful*
Sunday, April 13, 2008
I worry about pointless things.
I'm so stupidly self-centered, all I think about is myself.
I feel sorry for myself whenever anyone talks about what they are able to do and I am not.
I'm rude to people I care about, in a botched attempt to be amusing or to tell them that I care.
When people try to be nice to me I end up throwing it back in their face, my social skills are so abysmal.
I'm so afraid of intruding that I never tell people that I enjoy their company, and then or course they never even think of me.
Sometimes I really hate myself. Sometimes, I really really really hate myself. I fail at life.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
However, I said that she should ask the professor about using the piece, so I feel somehow related to the triumph of having a paper done 5 days early. *glee*
I personally, on the other hand, am trying to get the Science dialauge done. I'm certainly farming it out for approval/scorn/assistance to other people, cause I don't like it. *sigh*
Monday, March 31, 2008
My papers are sucking my brain out- but they leave me with a very strong desire to write. I have to get through exam week first.
See you on the other side of purgatory!
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
I last week started a file to write down story ideas, and it is now 4 pages of hope and glory.
Moreover, I've been writing a silly little story in a notebook in the 20 minute snatches of time between classes and such, when I can't really start some proper school work, and someone else is on the computer. It's now 8 pages long, and really shiny. That was the first story that I've gotten out of bed to start writing. But I was wide awake, I tell you, and the story was all colorful and vivid...
In addition, I had the so-lovely idea to put my May story in the real world, not an invented fantasy land. I'm leaning towards Constantinople, I think, because the original folk tale I'm expanding came from the Balkans, and I don't know enough about Japan or Africa to put it there. *is hit by a sudden craving to read folk tales and the encyclopedia.* I haven't decided between the Roman empire or the Eastern Roman empire yet either. I think we're calling the May adventure PENredux, and I am very excited!
Wow, if that made sense to anyone, I am impressed. I need to go beat my Scriptures paper into submission. *waves*
Sunday, March 16, 2008
This too shall pass, (even though I quite probably won't!)
Monday, March 3, 2008
1) Are you currently in a serious relationship?
2) What was your dream growing up?
3) What talent do you wish you had?
4) If I bought you a drink what would it be?
5) Favourite vegetable?
6) What was the last book you read?
7) What zodiac sign are you?
8) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.
9) Worst Habit?
10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?
11) What is your favourite sport?
12) Do you have a Negative or Optimistic attitude?
13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?
15) Tell me one weird fact about you.
16) Do you have any pets?
17) What if I showed up at your house unexpectedly?
18) What was your first impression of me?
19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
22) What colour eyes do you have?
23) Ever been arrested?
24) Bottle or can soda?
25) If you won $10,000/£10,000 today, what would you do with it?
26) What's your favourite place to hang out at?
27) Do you believe in ghosts?
28) Favourite thing to do in your spare time?
29) Do you swear a lot?
30) Biggest pet peeve?
31) In one word, how would you describe yourself?
32) Do you believe/appreciate romance?
33) Do you believe in God?
34) Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?
Saturday, March 1, 2008
What is your element? [with pics + detailed answers]
Your element is Water. You have a calm aura around you and are in tune with the world around. You observe it but rarely interfere. Because of your shy and timid nature you will not have so many friends in your life. But then again, large crowds aren't your thing anyway. You are comfortable on your own and are reserved to others who you don't know or know very little of. You know everyone out there does not want to be your friend, and knowing that is good. However, people who don't know you that well thinks that you are cold and distant since you don't want to talk to them. Although you mean no harm, you can't always be perfectly understood in the world. No one can. Life in general are you quite serene with even if there are some things you don't like. Your love-life is not so full of boys/girls, but if you flirted more with the ones you were interested in I'm sure something would happen. The hobbies you choose are calmer ones, you are no party person that likes to drink and make-out with three or more guys/girls in one night. Reading a book or swimming is more your thing.
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Monday, February 25, 2008
The ending is awful- and so on and so forth, but I'm so glad it's finally done! w00t! (I was pulling things out there that I had NEVER put on paper, even hinted too before. *cringes*)
How many words did I write today? 2699.
Well, I'm off to read Stephanie's story. *rubs hands together*
29,360 words. That means I wrote 3234 today. This would explain why my arms hurt. I'm using muscles I don't usually use. *grins* *rubs arms and shoulders*
Hmm. Class tomorrow. *cries*
I'm almost done with the story. Almost. This causes me joy and sorrow. Joy to have it done, and sorrow cause I'll have to share the story. Stephanie and I are sharing our stories with each other, which should be interesting. Kendra might also let us read hers. *peers over shoulder* It'll be very fascinating to see how all my house mates write. I'm not that delighted at the thought of my stuff being read, but oh well.
I know it needs MASSIVE edits. You don't even know.
I just remembered that tomorrow I have to work in a reference to the god of wine or debauchery. *stares at tomorrow*
I think it's time to go to bed now.