Stuff that thing...

I appear to be writing fantasy, this time out of the box. *headdesks* I have a creature. I know what it looks like now, and it has spoken--which is freaking out my other characters. I may even have some idea of what it is. I have a couple of human protagonists, a male Biology major and a female Theatre major. I may flip them around; nothing's set in stone three hundred words in.

All this is fine, as far as it goes.

Now I just have to figure out what my central conflict is. Also, it's starting out funny. Which means I've set a tone that I should probably maintain throughout...although trying for funny horror would be an interesting tightrope to walk.

Yeah, I have no idea how to do that. *is not Joss Whedon*

I need a villain for this one too. And a villainous goal for him/her to be trying to attain. I have something noodling around my head about alchemy and a Philospher's Stone and possibly stopping an apocalypse.

Um.

I... think I should sleep on that. But since this story takes place around a college environment, the Chemistry department would be a perfect place for a rogue alchemist to hide. Maybe someone who's bitter about being passed over for tenure, so rather than looking for a cure-all, they're looking for something that would make everyone sick--or maybe even make everyone die. Perhaps my critter has the last ingredient needed, and my students have interrupted his journey.

And it's entirely possible that the little guy has his own agenda as well. What that is, I will have to sleep on as well.

Heh. Brainstorming with myself is actually fairly productive. This is what happens when I bounce around following wiki links from imp to Paracelcus to homonculous to alchemy. See? I'm not "surfing the web." I'm "researching." *innocent look*

Also, I think I saw something weird at Walmart today whilst grocery shopping. Ripped clothing, slack jaws, empty eyes...either there's a heavy metal festival in town or those zombie rumors are true. This being Salt Lake City, I'm more inclined to believe the zombie thing.

Stuff that thing...

I appear to be writing fantasy, this time out of the box. *headdesks* I have a creature. I know what it looks like now, and it has spoken--which is freaking out my other characters. I may even have some idea of what it is. I have a couple of human protagonists, a male Biology major and a female Theatre major. I may flip them around; nothing's set in stone three hundred words in.

All this is fine, as far as it goes.

Now I just have to figure out what my central conflict is. Also, it's starting out funny. Which means I've set a tone that I should probably maintain throughout...although trying for funny horror would be an interesting tightrope to walk.

Yeah, I have no idea how to do that. *is not Joss Whedon*

I need a villain for this one too. And a villainous goal for him/her to be trying to attain. I have something noodling around my head about alchemy and a Philospher's Stone and possibly stopping an apocalypse.

Um.

I... think I should sleep on that. But since this story takes place around a college environment, the Chemistry department would be a perfect place for a rogue alchemist to hide. Maybe someone who's bitter about being passed over for tenure, so rather than looking for a cure-all, they're looking for something that would make everyone sick--or maybe even make everyone die. Perhaps my critter has the last ingredient needed, and my students have interrupted his journey.

And it's entirely possible that the little guy has his own agenda as well. What that is, I will have to sleep on as well.

Heh. Brainstorming with myself is actually fairly productive. This is what happens when I bounce around following wiki links from imp to Paracelcus to homonculous to alchemy. See? I'm not "surfing the web." I'm "researching." *innocent look*

Also, I think I saw something weird at Walmart today whilst grocery shopping. Ripped clothing, slack jaws, empty eyes...either there's a heavy metal festival in town or those zombie rumors are true. This being Salt Lake City, I'm more inclined to believe the zombie thing.

So, I'm reading...

Jim Butcher's Cursor's Fury (which is brilliant, BTW; those of you who read Harry Dresden but haven't ventured into the Codex Alera totally should), and Da Boy noticed the cover for the first time today.



"Are those lions made of water?"

"Yes."

"So, there's no blood in them?"

"No..."

"What about that guy? Does he have blood?"

"Yes, honey." *facepalm*

"What about 'Where's My Cow?' Is there blood and milk in the cow?"

"Yeah..."

What's up with the blood thing? Children are so strange.

So, I'm reading...

Jim Butcher's Cursor's Fury (which is brilliant, BTW; those of you who read Harry Dresden but haven't ventured into the Codex Alera totally should), and Da Boy noticed the cover for the first time today.



"Are those lions made of water?"

"Yes."

"So, there's no blood in them?"

"No..."

"What about that guy? Does he have blood?"

"Yes, honey." *facepalm*

"What about 'Where's My Cow?' Is there blood and milk in the cow?"

"Yeah..."

What's up with the blood thing? Children are so strange.

Stop me...

Before I upload again!

In an experiment to see how far GJ will take their photo album policing, I've uploaded a bunch of pix I've taken and credited myself with my actual name.

Before you click the link, those of you who are snake-a-phobic should know that it wouldn't be one of mine if there weren't snakes in there. However, there are also tigers, toucanets, a red river hog (most marvelous of pigs!), butterflies, and, of course...an anteater. Because, duh.

Now, understand, I should be writing. I have this hum-dinger of an idea that I really should be getting down on the screen. That being said, I'd forgotten I'd taken half these pix, and going through them and doing the crop/enhance thing is something that's needed to be done for a long time. What I should really do is take one folder at a time and just DO it, one a day, until they're done. *snorts* Like that'll happen. I have, literally, hundreds to go through.

Okay. *goes back to staring at fic*

Stop me...

Before I upload again!

In an experiment to see how far GJ will take their photo album policing, I've uploaded a bunch of pix I've taken and credited myself with my actual name.

Before you click the link, those of you who are snake-a-phobic should know that it wouldn't be one of mine if there weren't snakes in there. However, there are also tigers, toucanets, a red river hog (most marvelous of pigs!), butterflies, and, of course...an anteater. Because, duh.

Now, understand, I should be writing. I have this hum-dinger of an idea that I really should be getting down on the screen. That being said, I'd forgotten I'd taken half these pix, and going through them and doing the crop/enhance thing is something that's needed to be done for a long time. What I should really do is take one folder at a time and just DO it, one a day, until they're done. *snorts* Like that'll happen. I have, literally, hundreds to go through.

Okay. *goes back to staring at fic*