I may appear fragile, but I am in control!

May starts TOMORROW! A month full of doom and laughter! Tears and sarcasm! 1,667-word-days and sugar!!!

Am I ready? Hell no.

I did fiddle around with my characters last night, mostly appearance-wise. I figured out how the agency's uniform looks, what kind of equipment they have, etc. I also realized there is another character. He was kinda hanging out on the world-pathways waiting for me to notice him. It's kinda silly though, because now I have five MCs, only one of which is female. Should one of the twins be a girl? *ponders*

I also have the first scene briefly sketched out, but really...as far as most of this plot goes I have a complete blank. It's kinda scary. Well. I'll just remind myself of the quote that the rough draft is for finding out what your story is about. *nods*

girl descrip

"She was walking in front of me on Rideau, chattering away to her boyfriend. The first thing I noticed about her was the black-edged, bright teal star tattoo, right on her left shoulder-blade, where these things often are. It was about the size of a silver dollar.
After drawing my attention, she continued to fascinate me. She was thin, short, and sauntering. Yes, sauntering, I’m using it as an adjective. She had short dark hair drawn up in a pony-tail that stuck out behind her.
She was wearing faded black jeans, held up by a black metal-studded belt, along with a black tank top. A bright purple bra strap was trying to escape on one side. A lime green Puma bag was slung over one shoulder, with a black hoodie, in turn, slung over the bag. The hoodie had black stars printed on it."

What kind of personality do you think a girl like that would have? I'm thinking of using her for Dimension Tournament.

You look at trees and label them just so

Hm I haven't posted here in a bit. I haven't really written anything besides approximately 33-handwritten exam papers. :D I'm rather proud of those, but still. I did write a paragraph about the weather here...I don't think I've ever talked/written/cared about the weather as much as I have while living here. Very strange.

My title is from Tolkien's Mythopoeia poem.

Pants are an illusion. Like death.

OMG ONLY ONE PAPER LEFT!!!!!

Actually I already finished my lit paper, I just need to edit it. Vigorously.

But we also have a lit presentation. I have....3/5ths of it done. :D It's actually really amusing....I'm happy.

I've got about three chapters written of the previous story....I'm very stuck. What kind of weapons would come out of pockets? *falls into deep thought*

Anyways, almost done with this!!

Your name is Clay? Can I call you Dirt for short?

As usual, my muse hits me hardest when I'm at my busiest.

Despite having no time whatsoever just now, when I attempted to do the whole writing-a-bit-each-day thing, my muse decided that I should start a whole new story!!!!

It's a great story, as they always are at the beginning. Sigh. Well, I'll just try to have fun with it while I can. One thing I find fascinating about it, is the names. They're definitely not the usual kind of names I use....they're goofy. Not leet at all. You wanna know what one of my two leads is named? Guess. Haha no seriously, guess.

Varesh Elm.
That's right.
Varesh.
Elm.

Double-yoo. Tee. Eff. The only explanation I have to offer is that I was thinking about Varnish at the time, and Elm just seemed to go with it.

It's time my enemies shared my dread.

For those of you who know the Tasliri story, just some fun. Found these excerpts of "interviews" I did with the characters in my files. I'm somewhat amused that I didn't find the rest of the Ramos/Zarcael interview interesting enough to save.

#1:
Me?: So, Captain, how do you feel about being an albino? Does that bother you?

Ramos: Excuse me? I’m NOT an albino. I have blue eyes, see?

Zarcael: I’m prettier than you anyway. Admit it.

Ramos: I get the girl. Ha.

Zarcael: ....

Ramos: Pretty boy...

#2:

Me?: And we’re back to interviews between two fictional people. Joining us today is the beautiful Salya ji’Eluim, working under the pseudonym Tamila Olem, and Cirx Mordan, hawkfriend and smuggling extraordinaire. Thank you for joining us, Your Highness, sir.

Tamila: honored to be here.

Cirx: Yeah, honored.

Me?: What is your view on death?

Tamila: If someone brings about the death of someone else, it must be avenged. I will not be responsible for anyone dying.

Cirx: it comes to everyone. I hope to die at peace with my life, in the cause of something good.

Me?: What do you think of Zarcael?

Tamila: he’s a good man brought up in the wrong place.

Cirx: He’s a brilliant commander who causes trouble for us.

Me?: State your opinion on freewill. [dang this question is hilarious to me]

Cirx: We get dealt a hand and no matter how good or bad, we have to deal with it as best we can. We have a choice to make every day, and we can’t blame the morality or lack of on surrounding people or circumstances.

Tamila: I agree but sometimes we are driven to a very hard choice. It sometimes seems as if there is no choice: we must do this. But that is just our nature speaking: it would be unnatural to do anything different.

Me?: What’s your favorite color and why?

Tamila: Crimson. It’s bold, daring and fiery! Uncompromising.

Cirx: Blue: as big and clear as the sky.

Me?: What is your most prized possession?

Tamila: Possessions are unimportant. But my most needed is my sword.

Cirx: My spear. Very handy.

Me?: You’re not being honest, C.

Cirx: Ok, ok. The lady’s locket.

Tamila: You are a man after all!

Me?: Most important person in your life?

Tamila: Ramos. He’s always there for me and knows the whole of me.

Cirx: Ghent is my constant companion. But a person? I’m more of a loner.

Tamila: Yeahhh we’ve noticed.

Cirx: Don’t hate, ma’am.

Me?: What do you consider your occupation?

Tamila: Reluctant commander.

Cirx: I’m a jack of all trades, eh? Smuggler, trader, merc, master of fast communication…

Postscript:

Me: "So does this mean I get to call you Master Cirx now?"

Cirx: "You certainly can."