Helping Through the Millennia

I have a sister, but we’re one of those sibling groups that’s not been the closest, which is putting it about as loose as one can get.  We’ve went years without speaking, and when we have, it’s been a lot of pleasantries and not much else.  We don’t share the same interests and we have different personalities.  If I really want to be blunt about it, she’s pushy and loud, set on getting her way no matter what.  She, with the rest of my family, live many states away, so having to be in physical contact with her is something that happens once in a decade, if that often.

It isn’t necessary to have any kind of meaningful conversations with her during this lifetime.  I can’t imagine what it’d be like if we had to coexist throughout a few thousand years.  It’d probably be painful–

It surely wouldn’t be like what Erin and Talia have.

My muses are into their tea, and getting deeper into their concerns for each other.  It’s obvious that they care for each other–as much as immortal goddess-like being can–and it seems as if Talia is not only aware of all the issues Erin has had in the past with her charges, she’s concerned she’s getting set up for another big hurt.

Ah, Sisterly Love.  You gotta wonder if they ever argued over whom was wearing whose favorite toga.

Chapter Nine is coming to a close, and then it’s into the double-digit chapters as I inch that much closer to the end.  I’ve pushed the word count over thirty thousand, and I’m beginning to wonder if there’s another chapter in this story, because I’m thinking Keith needs a bit of a spin out at work.  I think it’s needed because I feel a break coming on, the need to Keith to push off the last part of his old life as he heads on into the new.  Not that I would have done anything like that had I left my last position because I was working on a novel:  oh, no, not at all . . .

I’m not going for an extra chapter because I need to up my work count; I’m a wordy enough bitch without that.  But it’s part of the plot, it’s part of what makes the character grow.  And it also sets up the last couple of chapters, which are already there, are already going to be written–

All a new chapter does is add context for what follows.  Makes sense, neh?

Hard to believe that after a month I’m already at the half-way point.  The writing hasn’t been a steady as I would have liked, but I’m near that end, and I should get this story in around sixty to sixty-five thousand words.  Though I know one of the chapters will run a bit long, so who can say if I might not run longer.  By the time I get to the last few chapters, I’ll know for certain.

Maybe having tea with sister muses is helping my outlook on the story.

I should do this more often . . .

Tea In Your Pajamas

The Long Weekend is over, and now we have the effects of stumbling through a four-day work week, that will see most people spending today playing catch up, and/or just taking it easy.  Which means, in teams of really doing anything this week, that not a hell of a lot will get performed.

Welcome to the Summer.

Other than this plugged up right ear, I’m doing well.  Tired, but okay.  Back to my grind today, though I’m really considering calling off, because–well, why not?  Work has become a big shit-giving exercise, and it’s getting harder and harder every day.  After returning to The Undisclosed Location last night–and fighting a strong wind the whole way–I remarked that I don’t like it here, and going home on the weekend seems to be a case of doing a lot of nothing when there.

Catch-22, baby.

Today I just want to get through the day.  I have something lined up for after work, and I want to make it to that in one piece.  Then get through that, come home, maybe get have my rent money together (I have to pay by money order, which is also the suck), chat a little . . . then into the writing.

I did my edits on Her Demonic Majesty, and started working on Part Two of Diners at the Memory’s End yesterday.  One is almost done, and the other is just beginning, and both stories have completely different feels.  But then, I’d expect that, because one deals with a person fighting for their life, then taking control of their destiny, and the other . . .

Yesterday’s post was all about how difficult it was getting Part One written, but last night, when I was writing Part Two, the words flowed smoothly.  On the trip down, I saw the scene in a very different way.  Original I thought the conversation taking place, as it had in the first draft of the story, in the dining room of the house that Cytheria and Albert share.  Instead, I wanted something a lot more . . . relaxed.

They both live in a huge building called the Land’s End Arcology.  It not so much a building, however, as it is a large structure carved out of a enormous cliff that rises almost two kilometers over the surrounding plain.  Cytheria and Albert live along The Wall, the area where dwellings have an outside view of the world–or, in the case of Cytheria’s dwelling, hang right off the outside wall, with nothing but a kilometer and a half of emptiness below them.

The scene takes play not in the dwelling, but down the corridor in a setting of cafes for the locals to stop and relax.  Since is a bit after five o’clock in the morning, Cytheria wanders down to the local cafe in her nightgown, and meets Albert, who’s already been there a little over an hour.  And when I left they, they were alone, drinking tea, all relaxed, and getting ready to talk about why they were wide awake (but not dreaming, ha!) at such an early time of the morning.

That’s for tonight.  I know what they’ll say, and how they’ll say it.  All I gotta do is write it, and Part Two will be finished.

Two down, fourteen to go.

Isn’t storytelling fun?