World and Tunnel Bound

Strange day, it is.  I was up at three AM, my mind full of trepidation and the nagging feeling that something was going to happen today.  Something did, but I’m not ready to speak of this thing yet, because . . . there are other things happening.  I will keep those who follow me–and you know who you are–in the loop, so to speak.

With nothing to write yesterday, I had to fall back on that old staple, fooling around.  Oh, sure:  I was told that there’s always something to write, and I’ll get into that come 1 August, but right now I just want to play and think.  There are so many things existing out there in my Idea Bank right now that having new ideas pop up is something I’m trying to avoid.  Yes, there is a new idea popping about in my head:  it has been there for a couple of weeks now.  And its an annoying little bugger, because it wants attention.

But I’m not going to write it, not yet.  I have other plans, sucker, so go away.  I’ll get to you in time.

I did have an enjoying time, however, helping someone out with building another world–one in space, mind you.  I offered some ideas that weren’t initially considered, and after thirty minutes, things were looking better on the other person’s side, or so I believe.  It always feels good helping out where one can, and in matters like this I like to go one-on-one with another writer.  As I stated last week, listen to the signal, cut out the noise.

I’ve gotten deeper into Blender, though, and I’m having fun laying out the setting of my last story in glorious three dimensions.  I did this throughout most of yesterday, usually while listening to the early albums of Elton John, but towards the evening I started working my way backwards through The Electric Light Orchestra’s catalog, and since about nine PM I’ve been playing and playing ELO 2, which–if you haven’t guess–is their second album, and probably their least commercial record.  It has a raw, unpolished nature–save for one song, and if you listen to the album you’ll know which one–and also contains the longest song ELO ever recorded, Kuiama.  The last song had me going, “Hey, I remember hearing that song on The Loop when I was the only kid in my school listening to FM in 1973”, and getting a little smile going as I remember those days . . . not always fondly, but that’s the way the world goes, right?

Back to the Blender . . . what originally started out a few weeks back as giving myself a look at the appearance of my Great Hall, and how it looks sitting in the middle of The Pentagram, has now become pretty much the whole of the core school, both above and below ground.  It’s big, it’s spread out–and there are tunnels galore for kids to use to get to classes when the weather sucks, or there’s a foot of snow on the ground, or they’re looking for a private moment.

And now it’s time to figure out how to build a road.  ‘Cause i need roads and paths.

So many things happening.  I’m counting down . . .

Can’t Get It Out of My Head

I am deliberately ripping off a song title today because I’ve been listening to Electric Light Orchestra for a couple of days, and I’m currently listening to a concert they performed in Osaka in 1978, and that particular song just finished.  Which gave me the idea for what to write today, as well as the title.  See?  Inspiration comes from all sources.  You just have to know when to grab it when it pops up.

The little story that I’ve been working on, Fantasies in Harmonie, isn’t so little any more.  It was suppose to be quick and smutty, a nice piece of naughty erotica that would sell quickly and overtake all that other stuff on Smashwords and Amazon that pass for hot writing.

Alas, it’s no longer little.  Two night ago I wrote a bit over twelve hundred words; last night I wrote just under twelve hundred words.  That’s like a third of a short story right there, and it only covers one transformation and one scene of one of my characters sorta, kinda, actually playing with her lady bits.  Twenty-four hundred words of fantasy and sexiness, for one person.

Oi.  They should all be in bed together right now, and I’m sitting at ninety-seven hundred words with maybe another ten thousand to go?  Some smut writer I am.  I think Gore Vidal had the same problem, so I got that going for me.

The story continues, and I’m at least getting into the stuff that’s suppose to be in erotica, which is the sex.  Then I push through that, then I finish up the story, and then . . .

Yeah, what then?

See, here’s the problem:  I’m working on this story, and I’ve got like half a dozen things rolling about in my head at the same time.  It’s likely one of the big distractions I’m having with Fantasies, because when I should be thinking about this story that was going to be written more as a lark than anything else, I’m thinking about what story I should edit next to prep for publication; I’m looking at Create Space so I can offer physical copies of my new novel, Her Demonic Majesty (available in fine ebook versions everywhere); I’m thinking about stories that haven’t moved out of the world building stage–

It’s this last that’s really driving me nuts, because the characters are there, wanting to come out and be made whole, and I’m busy getting Dagny, Brittany, and Skyller all heated up so they can do some nasties and write about it later.  (Writers: they’re all so damn kinky, doncha know?)  Then when I have a break in the action–which is most of the day, actually–my mind wanders back to a place I’m calling Sigle, and before you know it I’m thinking about what I should do with certain characters, and what events will shape their lives–

I should really be thinking about mecha battles and the such, because that’s also a story I want to write.

What’s a girl to do?  Well, writing would be a start . . .