novel, or something, anyway
Jul. 1st, 2006 05:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thanateSo I've written about 1K on one of the two quite promising, if very brief, beginnings I dug up out of my ancient stories folder... I'm not sure how old this one was, but at least four or five years, if not a good decade or so. So far I have a blacksmith's daughter named Caroline who thinks she's ordinary (and so presumably isn't) and a bit of the village she lives in... I'm thinking YA or kiddie fantasy, which is more or less what I also want to be reading right now (although sadly, I just went to the library and found all sorts of books that I want to read, just not right now, and only came home with three... and what I really want to read is a fairytale-ish thing that I got out of the Falls Church City library when I was in about sixth grade, and have been wanting to re-read since high school, but have absolutely no idea what it was.)
And I have absolutely no idea where I'm going with this. Which I find myself saying depressingly often (the "I have no idea" part, that is), most frequently when my mother tries to ask me what I'm doing at such-and-such a time in the depressingly near future. This, I think, is the problem with parents (or maybe just grown-ups)-- they want you to have definite plans, so they can work around them. Which is not to say that I don't get horribly upset myself, at times, when I don't know what's going on until it happens, but that just makes it worse to have people asking me...
In any case, the stupid & stubborn thing seems to have kicked in despite my total lack of initiative at the moment, and either I will go back to writing, or go out and climb a tree. Because, um, I can (I think... one of the branches that used to be instrumental in climbing this particular tree has died, so I don't know if I trust my weight to it.)
Soul Description: sickly yellow-green, with dull red sun-flares (which, ok, would make more sense if I'd ever explained my theory of the soul to anyone)
And I have absolutely no idea where I'm going with this. Which I find myself saying depressingly often (the "I have no idea" part, that is), most frequently when my mother tries to ask me what I'm doing at such-and-such a time in the depressingly near future. This, I think, is the problem with parents (or maybe just grown-ups)-- they want you to have definite plans, so they can work around them. Which is not to say that I don't get horribly upset myself, at times, when I don't know what's going on until it happens, but that just makes it worse to have people asking me...
In any case, the stupid & stubborn thing seems to have kicked in despite my total lack of initiative at the moment, and either I will go back to writing, or go out and climb a tree. Because, um, I can (I think... one of the branches that used to be instrumental in climbing this particular tree has died, so I don't know if I trust my weight to it.)
Soul Description: sickly yellow-green, with dull red sun-flares (which, ok, would make more sense if I'd ever explained my theory of the soul to anyone)