Things things things
This is vaguely how I'm going to try to organize myself for a few weeks (until Nano, at least, which will probably play all hell with me). Not going to school means that I lose days, sometimes, and don't get anything done at all, and that's not alright anymore.
Monday: This is the only day that I work, lately, which SUCKS, but anyway. Work, write whatever thing I'm working on.
Tuesday: College stuff and event website work.
Wednesday: Driving, college stuff, and harp.
Thursday: Editing The Sideways House, editing with Chiara, editing whatever the heck else.
Friday: More driving! VIDEO GAMES? Bleeds into weekend planning.
Weekends: Hangings out! Visiting people! Nonsense!
Spread throughout: Cleaning, going on walks, open mic night? Hang out with Raphie, visit Tay.
Quinn! Will Thursdays be good for you once I get my act together and organize my chaos-notes? ALSO, what was that awesome school (in Boston I think) that had the comparative religions/mythology courses?
Chiara! This weekend totally doesn't work, because I'm going camping! Oh well....winter break?
In other news, I am re-excited about my children's book (Tilly, Tolly, and Chime!) and am editing the crap out of the beginning of it. I'm planning on writing the bulk of the rest of it for Nano. Unlike The Sideways House, this is ABSOLUTELY a book I'd like to get published. It'll take a LOT to get there, but I think I can do it.
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The Southerly Court is strange, stranger than anything she's seen on her travels. It's a collection of people, as would be expected, but also a collection of things. A creature like an extremely stretched-out frog had a long-necked pot sitting on the chair next to him, which he seemed to consult before he spoke. Despite the delay, he was the first to talk, as the others were also consulting various containers (teapots, snuff boxes, cups, bowls, etc.).
"It's gotten worse." He said, and waited for a moment, listening again. "The rebellion." He made a gesture with a webbed hand, as if rehearsed. "I mean. That's what I mean, is getting worse. The rebellion is getting worse."
The Witch closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Right. Yes. Thank you, I'll take it from here." She turned her face to Tilly and the looming figure of Jack, behind her chair. Tilly relaxed a bit, feeling his presence. "You see, my friends, Southerly is at war. With who, you may ask?" She asked, before anyone could say anything. "With ourselves." She stood up and flounced down from the dais.
"It started about a year and a half ago. As you know, I was extremely busy at the time, and hardly had any attention to spare for anyone at all, even my best friends! So when I was approached by a mermaid who complained of some dispute over a bit of reef, I naturally dismissed it until my own troubles were solved. And, well, when they were, other, more pressing things had sprung up, and the other mermaid, too, well, she didn't clearly covey how bad the situation was, and...now we're at war, because they wanted a little more reef because they say that theirs is dying. Dying! The reef of Southerly! And they claim it's my fault!"
She turned her eyes to Jack. "My old friend, clearly you can see that this must be stopped. We can't let this set an example for the future, every little complaint will turn into an all-out war! No, they must be quashed - quietly and humanely of course - and then we can turn our eyes to your..problem."
Tilly craned her head around. Jack's face was uneasy, but he gave a cautious nod. "I hope it can be quick as well as kind. I am in some haste." His eyes flicked to Tilly's, just for a split second, and she felt...frustrated, as if she was supposed to take something from his gaze, read it somehow, but it was just a flicker of a glance and his face was impassive. She tightened her fingers on the edge of her chair.
The webbed being made a deep sound in his throat. "A heart that beats with love does not wither."
Jack spun. "What did you say?" His voice was sharp, and the thing fell off his chair in fear, cowering, and gestured to the jar.
The Witch cleared her throat delicately. "Please, if we could stay focused, and Jack, try not to scare my council too much."
Master Frost, his eyes blue-grey and terrible, looked at her for a moment, and the sweltering heat of the chamber seemed to lessen. Tilly smiled. It felt right to feel her kind of power, again, in this odd place.
Eventually Jack nodded and returned to his place behind Tilly's chair, but her smile didn't fade. She could feel him, like a cool, comforting shadow, radiating cold at her back.
"The edge is yours should you ask it," the creature said again, voice devoid of the trembles in his fingers. Tilly frowned, looking up at Jack, but he was frowning, too, at the Queen.
She was staring at the jar, face twisted in bitterness and anger. "You will be silent or you will be dismissed, councillor."
"You wait with needles to sew up the mouths of children." The creature cocked its head. "But you can't - "
There was a sound like the first peals of summer thunder and the jar cracked in half, empty. The creature slumped, eyes dead, breathing shallowly.
"Thank you, counselor." The Witch was standing on her dais, one fist clenched hard enough that her knuckles were white. "Marshal." The councillor's neighbor, a short being a bit like a tortoise, stopped staring at the broken pieces of pottery on the table and raised his slow eyes to her. "Please inform Counselor Clarion's people that his position is once again vacant, and any that wish to apply may do so in the usual manner."
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In other other news, I need some freaking safety schools. You guys, what schools are good that I will definitely get into? I got a 2030 on my SATs and have a 3.48 GPA (or close to), and I'm pretty good at essays?
Monday: This is the only day that I work, lately, which SUCKS, but anyway. Work, write whatever thing I'm working on.
Tuesday: College stuff and event website work.
Wednesday: Driving, college stuff, and harp.
Thursday: Editing The Sideways House, editing with Chiara, editing whatever the heck else.
Friday: More driving! VIDEO GAMES? Bleeds into weekend planning.
Weekends: Hangings out! Visiting people! Nonsense!
Spread throughout: Cleaning, going on walks, open mic night? Hang out with Raphie, visit Tay.
Quinn! Will Thursdays be good for you once I get my act together and organize my chaos-notes? ALSO, what was that awesome school (in Boston I think) that had the comparative religions/mythology courses?
Chiara! This weekend totally doesn't work, because I'm going camping! Oh well....winter break?
In other news, I am re-excited about my children's book (Tilly, Tolly, and Chime!) and am editing the crap out of the beginning of it. I'm planning on writing the bulk of the rest of it for Nano. Unlike The Sideways House, this is ABSOLUTELY a book I'd like to get published. It'll take a LOT to get there, but I think I can do it.
***
The Southerly Court is strange, stranger than anything she's seen on her travels. It's a collection of people, as would be expected, but also a collection of things. A creature like an extremely stretched-out frog had a long-necked pot sitting on the chair next to him, which he seemed to consult before he spoke. Despite the delay, he was the first to talk, as the others were also consulting various containers (teapots, snuff boxes, cups, bowls, etc.).
"It's gotten worse." He said, and waited for a moment, listening again. "The rebellion." He made a gesture with a webbed hand, as if rehearsed. "I mean. That's what I mean, is getting worse. The rebellion is getting worse."
The Witch closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Right. Yes. Thank you, I'll take it from here." She turned her face to Tilly and the looming figure of Jack, behind her chair. Tilly relaxed a bit, feeling his presence. "You see, my friends, Southerly is at war. With who, you may ask?" She asked, before anyone could say anything. "With ourselves." She stood up and flounced down from the dais.
"It started about a year and a half ago. As you know, I was extremely busy at the time, and hardly had any attention to spare for anyone at all, even my best friends! So when I was approached by a mermaid who complained of some dispute over a bit of reef, I naturally dismissed it until my own troubles were solved. And, well, when they were, other, more pressing things had sprung up, and the other mermaid, too, well, she didn't clearly covey how bad the situation was, and...now we're at war, because they wanted a little more reef because they say that theirs is dying. Dying! The reef of Southerly! And they claim it's my fault!"
She turned her eyes to Jack. "My old friend, clearly you can see that this must be stopped. We can't let this set an example for the future, every little complaint will turn into an all-out war! No, they must be quashed - quietly and humanely of course - and then we can turn our eyes to your..problem."
Tilly craned her head around. Jack's face was uneasy, but he gave a cautious nod. "I hope it can be quick as well as kind. I am in some haste." His eyes flicked to Tilly's, just for a split second, and she felt...frustrated, as if she was supposed to take something from his gaze, read it somehow, but it was just a flicker of a glance and his face was impassive. She tightened her fingers on the edge of her chair.
The webbed being made a deep sound in his throat. "A heart that beats with love does not wither."
Jack spun. "What did you say?" His voice was sharp, and the thing fell off his chair in fear, cowering, and gestured to the jar.
The Witch cleared her throat delicately. "Please, if we could stay focused, and Jack, try not to scare my council too much."
Master Frost, his eyes blue-grey and terrible, looked at her for a moment, and the sweltering heat of the chamber seemed to lessen. Tilly smiled. It felt right to feel her kind of power, again, in this odd place.
Eventually Jack nodded and returned to his place behind Tilly's chair, but her smile didn't fade. She could feel him, like a cool, comforting shadow, radiating cold at her back.
"The edge is yours should you ask it," the creature said again, voice devoid of the trembles in his fingers. Tilly frowned, looking up at Jack, but he was frowning, too, at the Queen.
She was staring at the jar, face twisted in bitterness and anger. "You will be silent or you will be dismissed, councillor."
"You wait with needles to sew up the mouths of children." The creature cocked its head. "But you can't - "
There was a sound like the first peals of summer thunder and the jar cracked in half, empty. The creature slumped, eyes dead, breathing shallowly.
"Thank you, counselor." The Witch was standing on her dais, one fist clenched hard enough that her knuckles were white. "Marshal." The councillor's neighbor, a short being a bit like a tortoise, stopped staring at the broken pieces of pottery on the table and raised his slow eyes to her. "Please inform Counselor Clarion's people that his position is once again vacant, and any that wish to apply may do so in the usual manner."
***
In other other news, I need some freaking safety schools. You guys, what schools are good that I will definitely get into? I got a 2030 on my SATs and have a 3.48 GPA (or close to), and I'm pretty good at essays?