Well, one thing is for sure, one of my prayers did get answered today. I was having some major problems writing Chapter 2 when out of nowhere Florence calls and asks if we can meet up to talk about how to put together Chapter 2! Wow, weird or what???
Now I only need my second prayer to come true. To do well on my PFTs for my Doctor's appoint at the end of the month. I've noticed my breathing has been a bit sketchy but I'm hoping I'm just being paranoid and have nothing to worry about.
Tuesday, 31 July 2012
Saturday, 28 July 2012
Wheee
Well, my friend is off to the Arctic. Well, not the Arctic, but the Northwest Territory. It was nice to see her again but now I'm tired. I need sleep. Oh, by the way, for the next few months there will be absolutely pointless entries like this for the next five months. I want to get 100 enteries on this thing before the year is up and because I'm so OCD about these things it will be done on the 31st of December and then will write on the first.
Tuesday, 24 July 2012
The Curse of Four
Just finished reading Caitlin Kitteridge's Curse of four and dear God! It was soooooo good. I love this series! It's The Black London series. It's black, it's gritty and it has ghost, fae and the supernatural. I LOVE IT! I only wish I had this author's talent. I would love my writing to be just as black and gritty as hers. She's so f-ing awesome!
Maybe one day, when I figure out how to write a proper novel I'll write something like it. I doubt it though, since, unfortunatly, my romantic nature and ridiculous idealism gets the better of me. I just don't think I could think of some one as twisted as Jack Winter. I idealized the shit out of my male characters so they end up being these nice shiny people.
Of course, that might not be true of Percy. I want to make him a bit more realistic. A little darker. Though in the original he's kind of dark already. He has a double personality. *Sigh*.
It would be fun to write a book with proper demons and ghosties. I could write something about John Dee. He was Elizabeth I's oracle. He apparently was into angel magic (where you communicate with angels). His partner in this fucked up little venture Edward Kelly was into black magic and according to Dee the angels would speak through Kelly, particularly one called Madini. I've never heard of angel magic, but apparently it's not cool. It's akin to black magic I think.
Anyway, it blew up in his face, and like most conjurers, like Alister Crowely, who thirsted for knowledge (Dee was in it for acadamian knowledge, Alister was in it for the power. Who knows maybe Dee was in it for the power too). Anyway, they both ended up in poverty and alone at the end. But ya know what? I might save that story for another day :)
Cheers
Maybe one day, when I figure out how to write a proper novel I'll write something like it. I doubt it though, since, unfortunatly, my romantic nature and ridiculous idealism gets the better of me. I just don't think I could think of some one as twisted as Jack Winter. I idealized the shit out of my male characters so they end up being these nice shiny people.
Of course, that might not be true of Percy. I want to make him a bit more realistic. A little darker. Though in the original he's kind of dark already. He has a double personality. *Sigh*.
It would be fun to write a book with proper demons and ghosties. I could write something about John Dee. He was Elizabeth I's oracle. He apparently was into angel magic (where you communicate with angels). His partner in this fucked up little venture Edward Kelly was into black magic and according to Dee the angels would speak through Kelly, particularly one called Madini. I've never heard of angel magic, but apparently it's not cool. It's akin to black magic I think.
Anyway, it blew up in his face, and like most conjurers, like Alister Crowely, who thirsted for knowledge (Dee was in it for acadamian knowledge, Alister was in it for the power. Who knows maybe Dee was in it for the power too). Anyway, they both ended up in poverty and alone at the end. But ya know what? I might save that story for another day :)
Cheers
Saturday, 21 July 2012
The Fuck?????
Happy news:
- I finished one of two versions of chapter 2.
- I have my own private station of crap in the dining room. Why I did not think of using the dining room as an office is a mystery, but I have discovered this underused spare room, that is upstairs, not cold and dry. Only problem? The front window facing the street, has the potential to get really hot when the sun shines through, and Mom usually keeps the blinds half way up. Oh well, it's a spare room and hopefully Mother dearest won't complain that I have yet again invaded her space. If this becomes permanent will set up lap top and other fun crap.
Note to self: Get laptop looked at by computer guys to fix the key that has three on it and find out why I must start this fucking thing a hundred times over before it will work.
- I got the new season of The Ricky Gervais Show. Was happier than hell. I love that show. It cheers me up immensely.
The Not-So-Happy News
- I got guilted big time for line jumping and joining mom at her cash. Some lady was being a bitch about it but I know I deserved. Still, shouldn't have done it.\
- I lost Carley as a friend. My fault entirely 'cause I was a bitch to her in a not nice way. I used to feel proud of the fact that I was a loyal and good friend but over the years I've not been that friend. I don't know why. I guess, it's cause I've become a selfish little cow. I like to work on my story. Well, that is up until now (more on that later). So because of the drive to work on my story I've become a hermit.
I also like hanging out with my boyfriend. This is a cause of tension between her and I as she feells a woman doesn't need a man in their life. At least that's the impression I've gotten. And although I agree with her views, I just felt a bit lonely before I met Brad. There was a void there and he filled it. I know on that part of my life I'm happy and wouldn't have it any other way but...*sigh*. Once again, it's the guilt raising it's ugly head. GRRRR.
New News:
I'm gonna attempt to try to set up a new blog about European history. A hodgepodge of history if you will. Whatever catches my fancy. Which right now is Elizabeth I of England. Next will certainly be Marie Antoinette. After that is Mary I of England, possibly Mary Queen of Scots. I saw a book about what London was like in Shakespeare's time that looks fun. Perhaps something on Jack the Ripper. Something about Paris, the Revolution and counter revolution should be a hoot. I'm just throwing stuff out there as ideas.
Old News:
Yes, I'm returning to that old chestnut, my writing. Ok, so, as usual I'm doubting myself again. It happens at least once a month where I wonder where all of this is going? Yes, I love the work. I find it cathartic to write something down. It gives me a sense of control in an otherwise out of control world. But I also wonder, will this be good enough? Will an agent look at it and see what Florence sees? Will I get it published? I mean, there are probably thousands of people out there who have the same hopes I do, and are probably way more talented than me and they don't get published. It took Susanna fifteen years to get published. FIFTEEN!!!!! And her stuff is superb. *sigh* I guess I'll just have to wait and see.
- I finished one of two versions of chapter 2.
- I have my own private station of crap in the dining room. Why I did not think of using the dining room as an office is a mystery, but I have discovered this underused spare room, that is upstairs, not cold and dry. Only problem? The front window facing the street, has the potential to get really hot when the sun shines through, and Mom usually keeps the blinds half way up. Oh well, it's a spare room and hopefully Mother dearest won't complain that I have yet again invaded her space. If this becomes permanent will set up lap top and other fun crap.
Note to self: Get laptop looked at by computer guys to fix the key that has three on it and find out why I must start this fucking thing a hundred times over before it will work.
- I got the new season of The Ricky Gervais Show. Was happier than hell. I love that show. It cheers me up immensely.
The Not-So-Happy News
- I got guilted big time for line jumping and joining mom at her cash. Some lady was being a bitch about it but I know I deserved. Still, shouldn't have done it.\
- I lost Carley as a friend. My fault entirely 'cause I was a bitch to her in a not nice way. I used to feel proud of the fact that I was a loyal and good friend but over the years I've not been that friend. I don't know why. I guess, it's cause I've become a selfish little cow. I like to work on my story. Well, that is up until now (more on that later). So because of the drive to work on my story I've become a hermit.
I also like hanging out with my boyfriend. This is a cause of tension between her and I as she feells a woman doesn't need a man in their life. At least that's the impression I've gotten. And although I agree with her views, I just felt a bit lonely before I met Brad. There was a void there and he filled it. I know on that part of my life I'm happy and wouldn't have it any other way but...*sigh*. Once again, it's the guilt raising it's ugly head. GRRRR.
New News:
I'm gonna attempt to try to set up a new blog about European history. A hodgepodge of history if you will. Whatever catches my fancy. Which right now is Elizabeth I of England. Next will certainly be Marie Antoinette. After that is Mary I of England, possibly Mary Queen of Scots. I saw a book about what London was like in Shakespeare's time that looks fun. Perhaps something on Jack the Ripper. Something about Paris, the Revolution and counter revolution should be a hoot. I'm just throwing stuff out there as ideas.
Old News:
Yes, I'm returning to that old chestnut, my writing. Ok, so, as usual I'm doubting myself again. It happens at least once a month where I wonder where all of this is going? Yes, I love the work. I find it cathartic to write something down. It gives me a sense of control in an otherwise out of control world. But I also wonder, will this be good enough? Will an agent look at it and see what Florence sees? Will I get it published? I mean, there are probably thousands of people out there who have the same hopes I do, and are probably way more talented than me and they don't get published. It took Susanna fifteen years to get published. FIFTEEN!!!!! And her stuff is superb. *sigh* I guess I'll just have to wait and see.
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