She'll enjoy some employ as a boy, with her name changed to Pip
I did a tarot reading for a new-on-the-scene character in my novel, a thing I've never done before, and discovered something significant and slightly disconcerting about her past. I enjoyed the experience of finding it out through tarot so much that I actually incorporated the reading itself into the novel (one of my characters was already a gypsy, so it didn't seem like too much of a stretch to have her whip out a pack of fortune-telling cards) and created a scene that brought out some interesting psychology of both the reader and the readee. Because the setting of the novel isn't quite this world-- it's a slightly alternate universe-- the structure and pictography of the cards had to be altered a bit, which was interesting as well. I might like my invented pack better. I'd draw them, if I could draw worth a chickenscratch.
It's very odd how the story, or at least its imagery and psychology, seems to be dictating itself lately; I feel a bit... dragged. I think my third eye is in hyperdrive. I have no idea where it's going, plot-wise; I keep getting caught up in characterization and images. I think I'm going to do a tarot reading for each of the characters (I keep accumulating more, I need to thin them out-- there are nine central characters and five or six peripheral ones who might shove themselves into the center at any moment) and see if I get anything interesting. Maybe write a character profile of each, based partly on the reading. (Yes, I work bassackwards, what of it?)
It's rather tiresome still not to have a laptop. I have my novel backed up to a disk, but I don't particularly want to transfer it to a shared computer, which is all I've got right now, so it's hard to work on it. It's fun to think it out in my head, though. Sometimes I don't even need to take a book into the shower.
I placed a BPAL order-- the one I'd been planning on, except that instead of two Three Witcheses, I got one Three Witches and one Pink Phoenix. I figure, once all these orders start coming in and people decide what they like and don't like, I can easily swap whichever one I don't like for the one I do, or sell them both off if I don't like either. I also bought some imps off people's LJ's with proceeds from my sale that arrived after I'd placed the BPAL order. I'm finally going to try Delirium. 'Bout time. Also some others I've been wanting to try forever: Amsterdam (the very last chance I'm giving an aquatic BPAL scent; after this I'm giving up), Kuang Shi (for Raqui; it's mango, white musk and sandalwood, and she likes all those), Bliss (milk chocolate), Vice (dark chocolate; probably shouldn't imp shop while I'm hungry, eh?), Namaste (some chakra-stimulating yogic thing), Tzadikim Nistarim (spiritual significance, yadda yadda, keep not trying it), and Baghdad (amber and rose and spice and what not).
I hate this fucking weather, and I have a headache that I'm hoping and praying isn't Medea-induced, since I just ordered a bottle of Medea. I'm going to chalk it up to crying-hangover, stress, and excessive reverb from Juliana Hatfield CDs. I'm also going to take a bath-bomb bath and go to bed early.
Ciao, belli. *smooches all around*
It's very odd how the story, or at least its imagery and psychology, seems to be dictating itself lately; I feel a bit... dragged. I think my third eye is in hyperdrive. I have no idea where it's going, plot-wise; I keep getting caught up in characterization and images. I think I'm going to do a tarot reading for each of the characters (I keep accumulating more, I need to thin them out-- there are nine central characters and five or six peripheral ones who might shove themselves into the center at any moment) and see if I get anything interesting. Maybe write a character profile of each, based partly on the reading. (Yes, I work bassackwards, what of it?)
It's rather tiresome still not to have a laptop. I have my novel backed up to a disk, but I don't particularly want to transfer it to a shared computer, which is all I've got right now, so it's hard to work on it. It's fun to think it out in my head, though. Sometimes I don't even need to take a book into the shower.
I placed a BPAL order-- the one I'd been planning on, except that instead of two Three Witcheses, I got one Three Witches and one Pink Phoenix. I figure, once all these orders start coming in and people decide what they like and don't like, I can easily swap whichever one I don't like for the one I do, or sell them both off if I don't like either. I also bought some imps off people's LJ's with proceeds from my sale that arrived after I'd placed the BPAL order. I'm finally going to try Delirium. 'Bout time. Also some others I've been wanting to try forever: Amsterdam (the very last chance I'm giving an aquatic BPAL scent; after this I'm giving up), Kuang Shi (for Raqui; it's mango, white musk and sandalwood, and she likes all those), Bliss (milk chocolate), Vice (dark chocolate; probably shouldn't imp shop while I'm hungry, eh?), Namaste (some chakra-stimulating yogic thing), Tzadikim Nistarim (spiritual significance, yadda yadda, keep not trying it), and Baghdad (amber and rose and spice and what not).
I hate this fucking weather, and I have a headache that I'm hoping and praying isn't Medea-induced, since I just ordered a bottle of Medea. I'm going to chalk it up to crying-hangover, stress, and excessive reverb from Juliana Hatfield CDs. I'm also going to take a bath-bomb bath and go to bed early.
Ciao, belli. *smooches all around*