The problem

isn't having ideas, more than having too many ideas. I begin one thing, and midway thrugh get a deluge of other ideas that are cool but won't work for said idea. Ah well. such is the life.....

and in the amusement dept...

The producers of The Life of Brian, Monty Python's celebrated 1979 film, are to rerelease it as a response to Gibson's movie.



"A lot of people in America have said that they couldn't figure out a way to deal with the public reaction to Mel's movie," Life of Brian producer John Goldstone told Daily Variety. "This is a kind of antidote to Mel."

Revisions..

yep, site has been revised. Simply because nanowriye, while fun, wasn't working time wise and I set goals that were stupid. So that's that. I prefer to write to get good prose, but for wordcount that can excuse crap.

Okay this sucks. The novel has NOT being going well. It's barely been going, and only on page 55 or so. Which is really, really crappy.



OTOH, my LoLad (Lords of Life and Death) novel is going great and short stories for it are coming out of me like someone denting the porcelain god after too much beans and corn for supper.



Ah well. It's all word count. Yes....



And, shortly, I shall begin to plot it in earnest! (If only he would help)

Power tends to corrupt...

"Power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad man."


- Lord Acton





I find it rater amusing since everyone knows the first part, but few know the quote quotation. Much like


I have sworn upon the altar of God, eternal hostility against every form of tyranny over the mind of man.


- Thomas Jefferson



Which is really:


The clergy believe that any portion of power confided to me, will be exerted in opposition to their schemes. And they believe rightly: for I have sworn upon the altar of God eternal hostility against every form of tyrrany known to the mind of man.


- Thomas Jefferson



Nothing to do with the novel. Just an amusing bit of knowledge.

Well, the 2nd novel has been plotting itself in my head. Mostly: What if the supernal existed and they were all morons?

Should be fun. But in the meantime I have this novel to finish ...

Some Quotes

The wind begins to die down as I reach the edge of the town, a scattering of homes along dirt roads. The snow is falling, and they say everyone of them is unique. I asked Ms. Corman that at school once and she said that they were al six-sided. Which wasn't really much of an answer. Andrew says that they all began begin the same but change in shape as they drft dowards and connect to other snowflakes, so it would theoretically be possible for two to be exact if they fell and connected to all the right snowflakes, the right weather, the right wind gusts, the exact same spot n the ground. Of course, he also said that we can levitate if all the molecules in the body drift up at the same moment so that we leave the ground. I grinned, remembering her face when he told her that just because things are possible doesn't mean they happen. I think he failed that year.

---

I snagged an apple off of the bowl on the counter and looked at him. "So what brings you over? I thought we were meeting tomorrow night after I finished work."


Andrew hesitated a moment, as if uncertain, then said "The paper."


"I read it today. What about it?"


"No. I mean, it was late."


"Uhm, Pat is twelve. It's bound to happen sometimes."


"He was four hours late, Pete. And he threw it in front of the garage. He never does that."


"So?"


"So don't you think it's suspicious?" he demanded.


"No. Why would I?"


"It could be -"


"Andrew, please no conspiracies today, okay? I mean, the one about the nuns who are inventing a virus to wipe out all women who are not Raptured and naming it Pandora was a bit much."


"It exists," Andrew said firmly. "The government -"


"Made it? Paid for it? Thinks it has the antidote but is secretly infiltrated by an order of nuns disguised as call girls?"


"Very funny, Pete."


"No, really," I said, beginning to warm to the theme and looking over at the phone. "They have cell phones and call 463 - 3266. Or, GOD - DAMN, for orders."


"Area code 666?" Andrew said dryly.


"How'd you guess? I know - you're one of them! A nun in disguise!"

---

"Teachers are different," Rachel Tanner said firmly. "They aren't people."

Still slow. Only 17K, and decided to switch to 2nd person narration, because otherwise my plan to have the storyline end by Sunday in it just ain't going to happen - and I find switching POVs more fun.

Update...

8139 words... not too bad so far. It's coming a lot slower than I thought but characters and events are gelling in my head and I even know who the first death is going to be!



I'll likely start setting specific hours to get writing done in, to push myself. Will see how it works.

Ah, plotting....

<Alcar> I know! I could write a romance!
* Alcar snickers
<Alcar> soap-opera style.
<Chaos`^> all romance are soap-opera style dood
<Chaos`^> you should write pr0n
<Alcar> lol. Do both!
<Rooks> a romantic soap opera pron
<Rooks> same old same old
<Alcar> "Maxine realised that Greg really wasn't greg at all as he penetrated deep intom her and she whrithed as he lifted her off the ground, his breath coming out in heavy pants.
<Alcar> Wetness flowed over here and she could her half-brother Carl, currently a German Sheperd, bark "NO!" and looked down to see that Gregs horns has penetrated her stomach, and that it was blood, and she would have fainted but he was doing things with her intestines that felt sooo good.."
<Alcar> like that :p
<Alcar> but more.... pornish.
<Rooks> and more bowchicawowwowish
<Chaos`^> OMFG alcar
<Chaos`^> You need help, seriously
<Alcar> what?
<Rooks> yes he does
<Alcar> Why?
<Chaos`^> <Alcar> Wetness flowed over here and she could her half-brother Carl, currently a German Sheperd, bark "NO!" and looked down to see that Gregs horns has penetrated her stomach, and that it was blood, and she would have fainted but he was doing things with her intestines that felt sooo good.."
<Rooks> in writing that story :P
<Chaos`^> Those are not normal thoughts dood
<Chaos`^> I'm just gunna put it off as you making fun of how soap operas run out of plots and make up fucked up plots like possession and demons but... fuck man...
<Alcar> what?
<Chaos`^> First of all...
<Chaos`^> Her half brother carl is a german sheperd... WTF? next... he's watching her have sex with some dood named greg, even though she knows he's a demon... THEN the demon penetrates her stomach with horns... but it feels good...
<Chaos`^> none of that is normal
<Alcar> It is if her husband became a demon.
<Alcar> Duh.
<Chaos`^> Alcar, you scare me. seriously, you scare me...