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About the Iris of the Madonna
May. 26th, 2006 12:04 pmFolks, I think I'll have to shelve until I get a better handle on the characters. The story line is all there in my head, waiting for birth, and I can begin the story, tell the middle of the story, tell the end of the story. It's the incidentals... things like personalities that are getting in the way.
I started to write the Bad guy, but he came out too... melodomatically evil. NOT how I want him to be, so he is not fully grown yet. He is just a characture. So back in the box with him.
As for other stories, it's been a rather dry spell, though I've come up with some ideas. None that struck me long enough to stick, however. Just know that I'm not gone, I'm just not completely here.
On a side note, I baked a loaf of fresh white cinnamon bread yesterday (thanks, Capi!), and I finally recieved a vaccum tube for a 1940 Philco I have. It's been there for 3 years, waiting. No. wait.. 5 years. It was humming and chirping along yesterday. It would take a pretty good antenna for it to pick up France, and at this point, I'm just waiting for the right material to appear. It probably already has, I just haven't heard it's call.
I found out that Camphor oil and Baking Soda really does remove moles and skin tags.
Other than that, my life goes along pretty well.
There's still stuff I could gripe about, talk about, do long discertaions that ramble on and on. I just haven't really had the inspiration to do so. Y'alls live (yep, y'alls) is busy enough.
The writing is calling me, in a very faint voice. It'll get louder once my goofy schedule straightens out. Yes, I know that's a crummy excuse. I could still stay up till 3 am writing, if I could stay up that late. I could start writing earlier, like I am here.
Maybe that's what this post is about. It's a dry run to see if the darn concept will fly. Well, we'll see. I can say this. Last night, while the Muskrateers were Pubbing, I heard Pockets say something to Bags, rather excitedly. Mostly it was on the order of "It's not time for the birth yet!"
Till next time.
I started to write the Bad guy, but he came out too... melodomatically evil. NOT how I want him to be, so he is not fully grown yet. He is just a characture. So back in the box with him.
As for other stories, it's been a rather dry spell, though I've come up with some ideas. None that struck me long enough to stick, however. Just know that I'm not gone, I'm just not completely here.
On a side note, I baked a loaf of fresh white cinnamon bread yesterday (thanks, Capi!), and I finally recieved a vaccum tube for a 1940 Philco I have. It's been there for 3 years, waiting. No. wait.. 5 years. It was humming and chirping along yesterday. It would take a pretty good antenna for it to pick up France, and at this point, I'm just waiting for the right material to appear. It probably already has, I just haven't heard it's call.
I found out that Camphor oil and Baking Soda really does remove moles and skin tags.
Other than that, my life goes along pretty well.
There's still stuff I could gripe about, talk about, do long discertaions that ramble on and on. I just haven't really had the inspiration to do so. Y'alls live (yep, y'alls) is busy enough.
The writing is calling me, in a very faint voice. It'll get louder once my goofy schedule straightens out. Yes, I know that's a crummy excuse. I could still stay up till 3 am writing, if I could stay up that late. I could start writing earlier, like I am here.
Maybe that's what this post is about. It's a dry run to see if the darn concept will fly. Well, we'll see. I can say this. Last night, while the Muskrateers were Pubbing, I heard Pockets say something to Bags, rather excitedly. Mostly it was on the order of "It's not time for the birth yet!"
Till next time.
