Nope, no writing yesterday after all, I worked on the Templar event that’s coming to campus. It is a ton of work, but it promises to be amazing.
I did read a bit of Water’s Edge last night, editing while I did so. I started writing it three years ago, now, wanting to create something epic and beautiful and very deeply magic. At that point I’d not completed a fully other world fantasy book, both Blue Moon and Balancing Act take plac in the present. It’s hard to get a grasp of something that has lain still for so long. I’ve worked on it off and on, but I keep getting stopped. I know what basically should happen, and I have an idea where to go next, but between trying to combine this story with another (I want there two eventually be two books that belong together telling a wider story…I keep wondering if I should stagger the two plots together, through the two books, or make each plot its own book) and trying to make the beginning more exciting (there’s a lot of important stuff that happens in the first 100 pages, but I can see impatient readers going, “but when do we get to the Mer-people? When does something *happen*?) I keep running into walls.
It’s going to be a great story, filled with sea witches and mer-people, sailing ships and vast under sea worlds. There’s espionage and love. So I wish my head would get into it again.
Of late, I write my journal entries in pieces. I bring up the file, start, decide there’s something that needs done right now, go away and do it, then add to it. Which explains, probably, why there is sometimes a lack of consistency.
This was the summer of the baby, for sure. I’ve gotten pictures of all of them now…including the latest. My Department chair’s wife had their little girl the day before yesterday.
I’m getting back to the idea that true, perfect morality is impossible. If I were truly moral, I would not eat, drink, wear anything that could be connected to any type of harm. I would be completely without self desire. That is absolutely not possible. Everything in this world is tainted, somehow. Sugar, soda, the material that makes my shoes. It is very frustrating. I suppose one must live with it, then try to make up for it by changing the way things are for the better.
I am also getting a parasol for my birthday, I decided. I saw one that I really loved, and am going to ask my mum for it. Yes, parasols are really rather useless. But I’ve always really wanted one. And I’m controlling myself…ecru, not black or purple or some other shiny color.
Also, I’m almost done with the ultimate wench costume. I made some
minor mistakes creative adjustments, and now only need to hem the skirts.
OMG, Thursday! I need to do my 13!