somehow we'll make it 'cause that's what we do
things i should be doing:
finishing telling everyone why i think they're great (see: previous post)
resizing pics of a. montreal, b. a book i made, and c. a motorcycle i saw today
figuring out the easiest way of sharing said pics of montreal with the family unit (my dad made me take a picture of a statue of queen victoria)
catching up on lj (people! stop posting!)
eating something because i have had caffeine and my hands are shaking
maybe doing a quick&dirty post about the fun stuff i did this weekend
wishing jola a happy birthday
oh, wait. happy birthday, jola! you're occasionally dorky and always stylish and i think you're fabulous. you should have cake. and dancing boys.
dancing boys: *hippy shake*
there. now you have dancing boys. :D sadly someone else will have to provide the cake.
also i should be watching last sunday's episode of the killing so i'm not confused for tonight's episode of the killing. and right now i should be watching in plain sight because, well, marshall.
but no. instead i am, uh, now i'm following jared padalecki on twitter. >.< this may turn out to be waaaaaaay too close to the fourth wall for me.
(yes i know i follow a bunch of other actors whose shows i like. i'm not writing rps about any of them fucking their costars, ok?)
hello, lj. my name is cindy and i am easily distracted. i am going to blame wendy for this particular distraction.
my point, and i do have one, is that i had a plot bunny walking home from the square earlier - i was listening to the soundtrack to the gangster story, which is turning into the soundtrack for next year's bigbang which i am no longer sure i want to write as such which is a whole other conversation, except tonight i got to the red hot chili peppers' make you feel better and went ooh, plot bunny.
which i am going to put here in the hopes that a. i don't forget it, b. someone encourages me, c. someone helps me with the fucking names, and d. someone can tell me if i'm just rewriting another story that's already been written.
(not in the "there are no new ideas" sense, but in the "i've read that story!" sense.)
anyway. we have two boys, because we are me, and they live in a big ol' house that might actually be really nice if it had been, you know, kept up. like, the kitchen is thirty years old kind of not kept up. and it needs to be painted. and the plumbing is crotchety. and the boiler's old. and the furniture and rugs are old. it's like grandma's house, if grandma lived in the house she'd grown up in and raised a bunch of kids in and passed on to her grandson who just doesn't have the money or the time to, er, bring it all up to code. and paint. it's a big house and an old house and it could use a lot of love.
and also it's in an economically depressed area of the country. i think maybe farm country, i don't know. somewhere.
so there are these two boys who live in the house. boy1's father was in the army reserve and got sent to iraq back when they were doing that, and got killed. (boy1's parents got married like right out of high school because his mom got pregnant, so they had him young. and then split up after a couple years, and i'm not sure how dad got to keep the kid, but he did. boy1 hasn't seen his mom in, i dunno, eighteen years.) (i may or may not have shamelessly lifted this bit from fnl. boy1 does not however look like matt saracen.) i don't know who looked after boy1 when dad was in iraq, but someone had to. boy1's dad was not super close to the rest of his family - boy1 may or may not have met his paternal grandmother for the first time at his dad's funeral - so it was probably a family friend or someone. boy1 now works at a stable, taking care of the horses and mucking out stalls and doing grunt work and possibly taking little kids out on gentle horses for their first lessons and riding when he gets the chance.
boy1 has a horse, or at least he has use of a horse, which i also shamelessly lifted from somewhere but cannot for the life of me remember where.
when boy1's dad was killed, he went to live with boy2 and boy2's grandma. (the big ol' house is grandma's house.) boy1 and boy2 have been best friends for years and years and years, and grandma kind of adopted boy1. boy2's parents were killed when he was wee - probably a car accident, i'm not sure, and i feel kind of horrible that i'm killing off all the parents - which is why he lives with grandma. and then grandma dies, altho possibly she just couldn't take care of herself any more and the boys couldn't take care of her so boy2 had to put her in an old folks' home. the end result is that she's no longer there and the boys live in her big house alone, and it's tough for boy2 in any case.
boy2 is probably a mechanic because, well, it's me, and i have developed a thing for guys who work with cars. i shamelessly lifted that from myself. :D
so i have these two boys, who are in their very early twenties, or maybe they ARE twenty - boy2 might be a year or two older - who are kind of all they have, plus this big house that they can barely afford to keep, plus the horse, plus there has to be something pulling at one of them to leave, some potential opportunity or something elsewhere, and he won't go because he won't leave the other boy. i think the thing is pulling at boy2, and maybe boy1 doesn't know boy2 has this chance, because boy2 keeps not telling him because he doesn't think boy1 will be able to come with him, or won't want to, and he won't go without him.
or maybe boy2 is all "we can't stay here in this old house with no future prospects and all this past weighing us down", and boy1 just doesn't want to leave because he likes the stables and he likes his horse and he doesn't want to leave all the places his dad knew when he was alive.
(boy1 wears his dad's dogtags under his shirt. also he occasionally writes dad letters and burns them so dad can read them in heaven, which was suggested to him by boy2's grandma as a coping mechanism, and which i shamelessly lifted from jeremiah.) (the tv show, not the prophet.)
anyway, that's a conflict. and also, you know, two boys who have been bestfriendsalmostbrothers for probably most of their lives starting to realize oh wait, i'm actually ridiculously crazily in love with you and have been for a long time.
i have no names, i have no geographical settings - i mean, "a big ol' house" and "a stable" and "a garage" don't exactly count - i'm not even sure which particular conflict is the problem. i just have a couple of boys and something going on. and i want to get started on it! and i have to finish editing the nanobang first, because i can only do one thing at a time and that goes up june 29 whether it's pretty or not, and i want it to be pretty.
in contrast to the nanobang, which has a cast of thousands, this shinynew story idea has a cast of four, and two of those are dead people.
if you slogged thru all that, and it makes sense to you, have a cookie. if you have any suggestions for names or places or plot points or anything, have another cookie. :D
i have now missed ips. which will be rerun probably a billion times between now and next sunday, and i had to get all that story stuff out of my head anyway. and i have to eat something, because i am STARVING.
finishing telling everyone why i think they're great (see: previous post)
resizing pics of a. montreal, b. a book i made, and c. a motorcycle i saw today
figuring out the easiest way of sharing said pics of montreal with the family unit (my dad made me take a picture of a statue of queen victoria)
catching up on lj (people! stop posting!)
eating something because i have had caffeine and my hands are shaking
maybe doing a quick&dirty post about the fun stuff i did this weekend
wishing jola a happy birthday
oh, wait. happy birthday, jola! you're occasionally dorky and always stylish and i think you're fabulous. you should have cake. and dancing boys.
dancing boys: *hippy shake*
there. now you have dancing boys. :D sadly someone else will have to provide the cake.
also i should be watching last sunday's episode of the killing so i'm not confused for tonight's episode of the killing. and right now i should be watching in plain sight because, well, marshall.
but no. instead i am, uh, now i'm following jared padalecki on twitter. >.< this may turn out to be waaaaaaay too close to the fourth wall for me.
(yes i know i follow a bunch of other actors whose shows i like. i'm not writing rps about any of them fucking their costars, ok?)
hello, lj. my name is cindy and i am easily distracted. i am going to blame wendy for this particular distraction.
my point, and i do have one, is that i had a plot bunny walking home from the square earlier - i was listening to the soundtrack to the gangster story, which is turning into the soundtrack for next year's bigbang which i am no longer sure i want to write as such which is a whole other conversation, except tonight i got to the red hot chili peppers' make you feel better and went ooh, plot bunny.
which i am going to put here in the hopes that a. i don't forget it, b. someone encourages me, c. someone helps me with the fucking names, and d. someone can tell me if i'm just rewriting another story that's already been written.
(not in the "there are no new ideas" sense, but in the "i've read that story!" sense.)
anyway. we have two boys, because we are me, and they live in a big ol' house that might actually be really nice if it had been, you know, kept up. like, the kitchen is thirty years old kind of not kept up. and it needs to be painted. and the plumbing is crotchety. and the boiler's old. and the furniture and rugs are old. it's like grandma's house, if grandma lived in the house she'd grown up in and raised a bunch of kids in and passed on to her grandson who just doesn't have the money or the time to, er, bring it all up to code. and paint. it's a big house and an old house and it could use a lot of love.
and also it's in an economically depressed area of the country. i think maybe farm country, i don't know. somewhere.
so there are these two boys who live in the house. boy1's father was in the army reserve and got sent to iraq back when they were doing that, and got killed. (boy1's parents got married like right out of high school because his mom got pregnant, so they had him young. and then split up after a couple years, and i'm not sure how dad got to keep the kid, but he did. boy1 hasn't seen his mom in, i dunno, eighteen years.) (i may or may not have shamelessly lifted this bit from fnl. boy1 does not however look like matt saracen.) i don't know who looked after boy1 when dad was in iraq, but someone had to. boy1's dad was not super close to the rest of his family - boy1 may or may not have met his paternal grandmother for the first time at his dad's funeral - so it was probably a family friend or someone. boy1 now works at a stable, taking care of the horses and mucking out stalls and doing grunt work and possibly taking little kids out on gentle horses for their first lessons and riding when he gets the chance.
boy1 has a horse, or at least he has use of a horse, which i also shamelessly lifted from somewhere but cannot for the life of me remember where.
when boy1's dad was killed, he went to live with boy2 and boy2's grandma. (the big ol' house is grandma's house.) boy1 and boy2 have been best friends for years and years and years, and grandma kind of adopted boy1. boy2's parents were killed when he was wee - probably a car accident, i'm not sure, and i feel kind of horrible that i'm killing off all the parents - which is why he lives with grandma. and then grandma dies, altho possibly she just couldn't take care of herself any more and the boys couldn't take care of her so boy2 had to put her in an old folks' home. the end result is that she's no longer there and the boys live in her big house alone, and it's tough for boy2 in any case.
boy2 is probably a mechanic because, well, it's me, and i have developed a thing for guys who work with cars. i shamelessly lifted that from myself. :D
so i have these two boys, who are in their very early twenties, or maybe they ARE twenty - boy2 might be a year or two older - who are kind of all they have, plus this big house that they can barely afford to keep, plus the horse, plus there has to be something pulling at one of them to leave, some potential opportunity or something elsewhere, and he won't go because he won't leave the other boy. i think the thing is pulling at boy2, and maybe boy1 doesn't know boy2 has this chance, because boy2 keeps not telling him because he doesn't think boy1 will be able to come with him, or won't want to, and he won't go without him.
or maybe boy2 is all "we can't stay here in this old house with no future prospects and all this past weighing us down", and boy1 just doesn't want to leave because he likes the stables and he likes his horse and he doesn't want to leave all the places his dad knew when he was alive.
(boy1 wears his dad's dogtags under his shirt. also he occasionally writes dad letters and burns them so dad can read them in heaven, which was suggested to him by boy2's grandma as a coping mechanism, and which i shamelessly lifted from jeremiah.) (the tv show, not the prophet.)
anyway, that's a conflict. and also, you know, two boys who have been bestfriendsalmostbrothers for probably most of their lives starting to realize oh wait, i'm actually ridiculously crazily in love with you and have been for a long time.
i have no names, i have no geographical settings - i mean, "a big ol' house" and "a stable" and "a garage" don't exactly count - i'm not even sure which particular conflict is the problem. i just have a couple of boys and something going on. and i want to get started on it! and i have to finish editing the nanobang first, because i can only do one thing at a time and that goes up june 29 whether it's pretty or not, and i want it to be pretty.
in contrast to the nanobang, which has a cast of thousands, this shinynew story idea has a cast of four, and two of those are dead people.
if you slogged thru all that, and it makes sense to you, have a cookie. if you have any suggestions for names or places or plot points or anything, have another cookie. :D
i have now missed ips. which will be rerun probably a billion times between now and next sunday, and i had to get all that story stuff out of my head anyway. and i have to eat something, because i am STARVING.