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Feb. 1st, 2005
I went home sick today after fourth period. I felt like shit. Still kinda do, but not having to run around and be in school is helping it. I'm hoping this R&R will make it go away by tomorrow. It's so annoying having a runny nose one second and then having it be painfully dry the next, in addiction to having to always be scarfing down Ricola cough drops. Fabu.
So I was sitting here (after watching BtVS Tabula Rasa, shhh, don't tell!) with the laptop on my lap and my kitty curled up by my leg, playing my Peer Gynt mp3 because she likes it, and I started thinking about stories. Specifically, my stories. I've got several bouncing around here in my head, and they just keep popping up, wiggling their little plotbunny noses at me and making fun. "Ha ha, you can't write me until you finish your senior project novel! Ha ha!"
The icon I'm using now is for a novel that's been in the works since last Christmas called The Running Brand. It's set in the 1870s in New Mexico, and it's about a cattle war between two ranchers. The main character is Jack Buckner, the archetypal lone cowboy. The novel's all about conflict, growing up and some good old Western action. The girl in the icon kissing Jack is Anna. Major characters not pictured there are Asher, the inept cowboy who can't shoot worth a damn, and Wolf and Jordan (alias Professor), who will get to share some marvelous HoYay moments.
Right now I'm working on this still untitled historical about the siege of Berwick in 1333. Blurb is as follows: In 1332, while hunting down Scottish nationalists, young squire Lionel comes upon a woman living in the woods of Northumberland. She drives him away and threatens his life. A year later, Lionel, now a knight, returns with King Edward III and Edward Balliol to Berwick-on-Tweed to return Balliol to the Scottish throne and restore peace. As the siege begins, Lionel again returns to the woods that will soon be explored for materials with which to build trebuchets to keep the woman - Eileen - from being discovered. As the stakes rise and the danger increases for both sides, Eileen must reconcile her childhood loathing of knights to help Lionel see beyond his idealism before the petulant and volatile young king destroys any chance of peace between the two countries.
Hmph. Yes. Well, I have block, as you can well imagine.
I've also got a few other plots churning around in my head. I want to write a good fantasy story about people falling back in time and finding their way around a new world and having to deal with strange magic that's not in the history books and coming to terms with the fact that although they annoy the hell out of each other, they have to stick together. I want to write a fairy tale that, like all good fairy tales, starts with a prince in a castle. I want the beast to be a regular person with a terrible, terrible temper.
But I can't write all that right now, because I have to finish my thoroughly annoying historical first.
So I was sitting here (after watching BtVS Tabula Rasa, shhh, don't tell!) with the laptop on my lap and my kitty curled up by my leg, playing my Peer Gynt mp3 because she likes it, and I started thinking about stories. Specifically, my stories. I've got several bouncing around here in my head, and they just keep popping up, wiggling their little plotbunny noses at me and making fun. "Ha ha, you can't write me until you finish your senior project novel! Ha ha!"
The icon I'm using now is for a novel that's been in the works since last Christmas called The Running Brand. It's set in the 1870s in New Mexico, and it's about a cattle war between two ranchers. The main character is Jack Buckner, the archetypal lone cowboy. The novel's all about conflict, growing up and some good old Western action. The girl in the icon kissing Jack is Anna. Major characters not pictured there are Asher, the inept cowboy who can't shoot worth a damn, and Wolf and Jordan (alias Professor), who will get to share some marvelous HoYay moments.
Right now I'm working on this still untitled historical about the siege of Berwick in 1333. Blurb is as follows: In 1332, while hunting down Scottish nationalists, young squire Lionel comes upon a woman living in the woods of Northumberland. She drives him away and threatens his life. A year later, Lionel, now a knight, returns with King Edward III and Edward Balliol to Berwick-on-Tweed to return Balliol to the Scottish throne and restore peace. As the siege begins, Lionel again returns to the woods that will soon be explored for materials with which to build trebuchets to keep the woman - Eileen - from being discovered. As the stakes rise and the danger increases for both sides, Eileen must reconcile her childhood loathing of knights to help Lionel see beyond his idealism before the petulant and volatile young king destroys any chance of peace between the two countries.
Hmph. Yes. Well, I have block, as you can well imagine.
I've also got a few other plots churning around in my head. I want to write a good fantasy story about people falling back in time and finding their way around a new world and having to deal with strange magic that's not in the history books and coming to terms with the fact that although they annoy the hell out of each other, they have to stick together. I want to write a fairy tale that, like all good fairy tales, starts with a prince in a castle. I want the beast to be a regular person with a terrible, terrible temper.
But I can't write all that right now, because I have to finish my thoroughly annoying historical first.
Back from the dead.
Feb. 1st, 2005 09:03 pmNnnnaaaaaaaaaugh.
Went to take a little nap before dinner, around four or five and just woke up a few minutes ago with my stomach gurgling in a not-hungry way. Bleeech. Can't I just go to sleep again and wake up when I'm better? UGH.
Not sure if I dreamed anything. Don't remember. Woke up to hear Don Juan Triumphant, lol.
This icon is really distracting. I keep wanting to jump in the computer and...and lick it. Or something. Jump in and go swimming. Yeeah.
Went to take a little nap before dinner, around four or five and just woke up a few minutes ago with my stomach gurgling in a not-hungry way. Bleeech. Can't I just go to sleep again and wake up when I'm better? UGH.
Not sure if I dreamed anything. Don't remember. Woke up to hear Don Juan Triumphant, lol.
This icon is really distracting. I keep wanting to jump in the computer and...and lick it. Or something. Jump in and go swimming. Yeeah.
Ever notice that when you're sick, it's always extra horrible when you get a song stuck in your head? Extra vivid? Extra loud?
Because when I was at the table a few minutes ago, I could swear Mother Superior and all the nuns were dancing around the table singing "How Do You Solve A Problem Like Maria?" while I tried to eat my barbeque chicken.
Because when I was at the table a few minutes ago, I could swear Mother Superior and all the nuns were dancing around the table singing "How Do You Solve A Problem Like Maria?" while I tried to eat my barbeque chicken.
