I’m writing a paragraph here and a paragraph there on SOTM. Just tired tonight. We’ll see how far I get.
Started another in my third pen name, and saved a document with nothing but a witty title ( and main character name ) that popped in my head at work today. I’m sure I’ll get a story to go with it eventually *laugh*
Probably edit this post before I crash out for the night if I jump a thousand words or so on SOTM. If not, it will probably be tomorrow.
Wrote on SOTM 17 a bit. This scene and the related ones that follow have some rather important character development for both Marlena and Danica, and lay the foundation of something unbelievably important in the future of the story. It will be a long time before that comes to pass, but it’s going to be a major turning point.
I’m also going to delve into Marlena’s past a little here. It will be brief, but give a lot of insight into what made her into who she is, and what motivated some of the things she’s done in the past. I may even end up writing that story eventually. This and the story of Celes’ past both really need some expansion. Hell, I even know what the title of Celes’ story is — “From the Hartwell”
Even when I’m not writing, for whatever reason, the stories are still there. It’s just a matter of getting them out of my head and into the computer.
Those would be part of a series similar to The Arts Ardane that chronicles the history of Celes, Andrea, Marlena, and Ashley.
Of course, Andrea’s would be sex-free, because she was a virgin when she first met Danica.
Have to head to bed soon, but I’ll leave you with these parting words. Stay far, far away from the “healthy choice” version of Campbell’s Sirloin Burger soup. I don’t know how in the hell they managed to fuck it up, but it is right up there with the blandest, nastiest, most unappetizing things I’ve ever had the displeasure to eat. I had to dump salt on it in order to choke it down so I didn’t waste it.
I’m serious. It’s fucking disgusting. I’ve got two cans of that nasty stuff left ( accidently grabbed it instead of the regular ) and I dread the thought that I’ll have to eat it someday, because I refuse to waste the money I spent. I’d donate it to a food bank or something, but I honestly think someone would be better off hungry than eating it.
You could boil your old dirty socks and eat them and it wouldn’t taste as bad.
It is a blasphemy against the goodness that is Sirloin Burger Soup, and whoever came up with the receipe for it should be drawn and quartered.
Did a lot of musing on both SOTM and Lowborn today. I’m itching to write on both of them. The plan is to dive back into SOTM after I finish this little break I’m on right now.
What I’m taking a break from is tweaking both Kindred and Ride. Kindred was just getting some bits of imagery that popped in my head as I was drifting off to sleep last night. It’s still technically in the simmering phase before the cold read.
Ride needed something. The flow was off in one spot — too jumpy. I also had a bit of imagery that I wanted to put in there that gave a better indication of what was happening. Hard to explain without giving away the story. I also changed the ending, which was too abrupt. That was the one thing I wasn’t really happy with, and I’m much pleased with the change.
Okay, off to eat and chill for a while. If I get anything major done on SOTM, I’ll pop back in and drop a line.
The final draft of Queen is finished. I just need to do the conversion to post it to Lit and add the author’s notes to it. Converting it for SOL is a one button process, and most of the author’s notes are unnecessary, because there’s no need to mention the contest or post the timeline of the Nobles series there, thanks to the ability to group things as a series in sequence.
Contest starts the 20th, so I should be able to submit it to Lit at any time and have it appear with the first crop of contest stories.
Sent off that third pen name story for editing, too.
Didn’t write much on Kindred today, because I got home late and didn’t have the chance to take a nap before I picked up the young one. With as little sleep as I get when he’s home, my brain shuts down without those naps. I did spend most of the day musing the story, though. I added a lot of notes to the end of the text to make sure I don’t forget any of those little things I dreamed up when I’m awake enough to write again ( hoping tomorrow )
Off to bed.
I put the final touches on Queen of the Isle and sent it off for editing tonight. Knowing Roust, I’ll have the corrected version back sometime tomorrow, and have a final ready by the weekend at the latest.
I did a little writing on Kindred tonight, during brief respites, but the young one is in a mood. He’s also going through a phase of not wanting to sleep again, which is not making things easy. The way he manages this is to go hog wild, and it’s difficult to keep my head on straight when he’s like this.
Doubt I’ll get much more done tonight ( currently 5900 words ) because there’s no hope of him winding down before my limit of when I have to go to bed and not be exhausted all day tomorrow.
