Thursday, November 24, 2005
tails to tell
So, I've discovered that being responsible for constantly holding a 5 pound dog is actually quite tiring. Last night, the cats were not happy to find they had to share the bed with a **gasp** dog. My mother has emailed instructions for preventing doggie disaster. I emailed her pictures of the dog on my lap looking quite happy. They'll be back Saturday.
Wrote some today. Not terrifically productive. I'm tired (said very small dog is an early riser and likes to lick one's face to announce he's awake.) Mostly I worked on other stuff, some of which went quite well. I have this strange feeling that I do not like my chapter 1, but I also think it's because I have this also strange feeling that it should be action, only this one will not be paranormal action, in which case maybe it's not enough something else which I don't know yet. I've also been thinking a lot about dark elf and I have some cool thoughts about the world and what it's like. I'm beginning to think that the bigger the backstory to a story the better. Put your characters smack in the middle of a situation that challenges all their baggage. So, maybe the issue with the new project is that I haven't yet decided how to adjust my backstory to what happened in the chapters I wrote. So, need to think about that.
It's raining. At this time of year, rain is a good thing, unless you happen to be outside in the dark without a coat waiting for a very small dog do its business. I could hear the owls, though. It's too bad there's no portable digital sound recorder, because I would love to record the owls. That sound and feeling has to end up in dark elf.
Lastly, I'm bored with my website. I ate too much. My son skunked me in poker, go fish, Crazy Eights, Crazy Kings and modified Crazy Eights. We have a variation on just about every card game we play. This one is fun. But there's no such thing as playing a game with him and not changing the rules in some fashion. His teacher says she's really curious to know what he does with his life. She put this oddly: He has a gifted mind. She also said he thinks outside the box. Oh, my. The kid is quite often no where near the box. But she's taking it well.
