The State of the Me

You may have noticed a lack of progress reports this past week. It appears I'm on vacation. (This is nicer than saying my brain broke.) My work on Crepuscule has slowed to auditioning subplots and making model fortresses with the Sims. So if you see any subplots that would look good in leather pants, send them my way, please. Or if not leather, maybe some stylish robes... Okay, any old frumpy subplot will do. Fortunately, this stall feels less dire to me than Prayers did when it screeched to a halt.

The snake charmer story is also stalled, because I'm missing the conflict that makes it work. Stupid conflict.

Miss Kitty has become a cow, if not a mildly successful Hutt. I don't think anyone will trade me magic beans for this cow.

SH sent out 120 rejections this week. Soon I will fidget. (Okay, I'm already fidgeting--soon I will fret.)

The world is not running out of oil, it's just all in my face. I expect US troops to come and "liberate" my face very soon.

I should find something simple and Lovegrovian to write until my brain starts to work again. Lovegrove Lovegrove Lovegrove!

It's Thursday--entertain me!

Oh yeah, the eye's better now. Optivar melted my brain, thus relieving sinus pressure and eye irritation.

Name that character!

I'm trying to work on a proto-short, something with a ghost town and stray dogs and streets that steam ominously in the night, but I realized I have no clue what either of my characters' names are.

I need a name for a grizzled thug (male), and a creepy goth girl. Any suggestions?

ETA: A cookie for kendwoods for pointing me toward Biblical names. Enoch is in the lead right now, with Seth and Jonah close behind.

It's Thursday all right...

Here comes the spam.

Still reading Sailing to Sarantium. Or Hiking to Sarantium with a Snarky Talking Animal. I like snarky talking animals as much as the next girl, but I kind of prefer mine to be...real. We did not like that stupid owl in Clash of the Titans, precious.

And he did it. That thing. A "characteristic gesture". I want to smack the man with a big smelly fish. If you can't show us in several hundred pages which gestures are and are not characteristic of your characters, you have a problem. And is his only characteristic gesture messing with someone's hair?

Also, I am mildly spoilered by knowing the fate of the real Amalasuntha. Maybe we'll get some twist happy ending, but probably not. If only poor Amalasuntha had lived in fantasy land, where messages can be delivered nearly instantaneously no matter the distance or conditions, she might have fared better.

I'm still reading, because Kay earned ten bazillion author points with the Fionavar Tapestry. Whenever the scaffolding gets so thick I want to grab a red pen, I just grit my teeth and remember "Oh, Guinevere, oh my very dear." and beware the boar, beware the swan/the salt sea bore her body on.

Almost lunchtime. A whole hour before I can spam again!