My characters lead such interesting lives. Far more interesting than me, that’s for sure. Then again, I’m not involved in something out of an anime . . .
I should feel lucky.
Saturdays become long writing days. I put up Scrivener, get into the chapter I’m going to do, then leave it so I can put in words little by little. Yesterday was blogging, then Part II of Removing the Tree, then a little bit of writing, then off for lunch at an Indian restaurant, then back for a little writing, then setting up guest blog posts, then outside to talk about the tree, then writing a guest blog post . . . and, finally, as the night wore on, really getting into Part Fourteen of my current work.
Part Fourteen is all Meredith, from her point of view. It’s not going to be a long chapter, not as long as the preceding four chapters, which were all about Cytheria and Albert. It was a bit tricky getting into Meredith’s head, because I’ve been out of it for so long, but she’s a good kid–a little seductress, to be sure, but when you see someone you want, go for it, right?
She does realize one thing, and that’s she can’t get Cytheria in trouble for . . . well, in an earlier chapter, they met for lunch, and one thing a person should never do is taunt the girlfriend/lover/partner of the guy you just had sex with if said girlfriend/lover/partner has the ability to kill you with her mind.
Which Cytheria came very close to doing.
Meredith could go to the agency that oversees Cytheria, or even go to the school and say, “Your professor of history tried to crush my body with her brain, I wanna file a complaint!” ’Cause now, they have to have a meeting about why the professor of history was crushing a student with her brain, and it all comes out that she was playing Ayeka to Cytheria’s Ryoko.
No, not a good place to be. At least Albert’s the one with Ryo-Ohki. You don’t want to give Cytheria her own spaceship, even if it is cute and eats a lot of carrots.
A thousand words in last night, making it a pretty good session. I have something else I have to start writing today as well–how does this work out that I’m doing all this writing now? I need to lay out a thousand or so words for an eight-part story, and I’m going to be flying by the seat of my pants on this one, as I only have a basic idea, and little else. Sounds like fun, huh?
And it’s going to be a romance of sorts. Okay, more like some semi-erotica. Okay, more like a fantasy with lots of sex. Maybe. I don’t know. Since I don’t have anything plotted out, it’s going to be interesting to see where this goes.
The long weekend is almost over. Later today it’s back to The Undisclosed Location, and getting back to the grind. Getting back into something like normal.
I hate normal.
Can’t we just play a little longer?