New Story
I think I have it. A man talking sense to himself is no madder than a man talking nonsense not to himself.
Okay, so, here I am again, posting at some ungodly hour of the morning, but that's because I've been writing for the past couple hours, which is a wonderful way to distract oneself from the insanities of real life. I just started a new story - original fiction, this time, as opposed to fanfic. I've only got a couple pages, and it's not actually a beginning, it's more like a middle, but I'm considering posting it at some point soon anyway, just because. I'm actually considering using some of the random bits I've posted over the past couple months as scenes, as they're rather appropriate, given the story. At the moment, it's solid angst, though, hopefully, I'll be able to throw some humour into it when I get more down.
The main characters are two lovely lads called Valentine no-last-name-yet (a.k.a. Val) and Matthew Korin (a.k.a. Matty - but only Val is allowed to call him that).
So now I have two new/fairly new original pieces in the works. The other actually has a beginning, and a bit more in the way of an outline (at least, I have rather detailed character sketches), but I'm rather excited about both, in an I'm-just-about-ready-to-kill-myself-from-exhaustion-and-other-stuff-I-need-to-stop-thinking-about kind of way. So, yes, plan for the weekend is to get through all of my chores (e.g. laundry and grocery shopping), get at least some of my psychology reading/writing done, work more on my new stories, re-read Twelfth Night, yet again, and jump off something very high onto something very solid. Or, possibly, take up drinking. Perhaps absinthe. That, at least, doesn't actually really taste like alcohol. Too bad I don't know where to get it here.
Okay, so, here I am again, posting at some ungodly hour of the morning, but that's because I've been writing for the past couple hours, which is a wonderful way to distract oneself from the insanities of real life. I just started a new story - original fiction, this time, as opposed to fanfic. I've only got a couple pages, and it's not actually a beginning, it's more like a middle, but I'm considering posting it at some point soon anyway, just because. I'm actually considering using some of the random bits I've posted over the past couple months as scenes, as they're rather appropriate, given the story. At the moment, it's solid angst, though, hopefully, I'll be able to throw some humour into it when I get more down.
The main characters are two lovely lads called Valentine no-last-name-yet (a.k.a. Val) and Matthew Korin (a.k.a. Matty - but only Val is allowed to call him that).
So now I have two new/fairly new original pieces in the works. The other actually has a beginning, and a bit more in the way of an outline (at least, I have rather detailed character sketches), but I'm rather excited about both, in an I'm-just-about-ready-to-kill-myself-from-exhaustion-and-other-stuff-I-need-to-stop-thinking-about kind of way. So, yes, plan for the weekend is to get through all of my chores (e.g. laundry and grocery shopping), get at least some of my psychology reading/writing done, work more on my new stories, re-read Twelfth Night, yet again, and jump off something very high onto something very solid. Or, possibly, take up drinking. Perhaps absinthe. That, at least, doesn't actually really taste like alcohol. Too bad I don't know where to get it here.