Faith RoeselerShe’s very pretty! What can I say? A girl wants what a girl wants, knitting included. 🙂
Everybody must know by now, that the name that has haunted America for a decade is gone and good riddance to him. I love that there were celebrations at Ground Zero and I hope that the survivors and relatives of lost ones can feel some closure. But there’s a lot of sadness that such celebration happens. I’m relieved he’s dead, and no one can dispute that he did horrible things that no one, American or not, deserved, but then I think, “someone died.” Quite a few someones, really. That’s not usually something to be happy about.
I’m conflicted, I suppose. Happy he’s gone, but not liking that I’m happy. Maybe this will make life a little safer. Maybe some of the restrictions on travel will be eased. Maybe the troops will be able to come home sooner.
But maybe nothing will change. There are still crazy people out there, and there are plenty of other agitators in other places, and that also depresses me. But you can’t live your life waiting for the sky to fall. So I’ll rejoice that a bad man no longer can inspire hatred in his followers, and I’ll hope for good things in the future.
I’ve renewed the domain for etoiline.com 9 times as of yesterday. That’s scary close to 10, which means I’ll have been blogging intermittently for a decade next year. Wow. Guess I should update more often, eh? And my parents have been married for 35 years, which is spectacular and sweet. I love you both.
Hope you all had a happy Easter. Things are crazy around here, what with the tornado hitting the airport and friends and family on their way to weddings. Next weekend is the St.Charles Artwalk (see both my parents’ work!), as well as the STL Bookfair, so you’ve got plenty to keep you busy.
Would you kill to save a life? Would you kill to prove you’re right?
A glimmer of an idea teases my muse and I marvel at its source–a 30 Seconds to Mars song. I don’t know if there’s a story behind it or it’s just an idle fragment of bought that could be built upon. I put it here so I’d be held accountable for it. Violent? Maybe. But there’s a hint of truth there, a longing for justice, propelling someone headlong into something they could not possibly understand. I don’t know why any of these things would be happening, but that’s part of the magic of creation, isn’t it?
I managed to finagle a way to write THE END at the conclusion of NaNoWriMo 2010. It’s sort of kludgy and there are lots of things that don’t make a lot of sense and plenty of wrong turns and dangling plot points, but I did end the story. It’s only a smidge over 50,000 words, but I don’t mind. It’s a story, by golly!
I could probably cut it down quite a bit and make it a decent short story, but I’m (not quite as equally) sure I could pad it out and figure out where some of those dangling plotlines actually end up. I wrote myself into a corner and wrote myself back out, and also managed to use some of the conveniently placed plot points that I somehow put in early in the story, but I also strayed VERY VERY far from my synopsis, which makes me sad. I think it would have been a better story if I’d figured out how to stick to what I originally planned. I don’t know if that’s a (not really) rousing endorsement to continue my pantsing ways, or to get tough with my muse and start planning the damn things out before 11:30 pm on October 31.
What’s it about? Well, it was supposed to be about a Writer (in my world, Writers write plays where the actors truly become their characters for the length of the play) whose mentor is killed, and all signs point to the Writer as doing it, only she didn’t! So she has to clear her name and figure out who put the bad mojo on her. Unfortunately, I didn’t get around to the murder until the end of the story (yes, I did the bad and all the action is in the last 10,000 words), so the mystery part of my murder mystery never materialized. However, I did end up with an angry, ambitious ghost-in-the-play who possesses one of the actors and wreaks all sorts of havoc. He’s one-sided, sure, but he was pretty good at being bad. There was also more blood and gore than I’ve ever tried to write, and I was reminded again at how squeamish I can be. I wanted to be a doctor? (sigh)
Anyway, the book has an ending. This is only the second book in seven years to which that has happened, so I really have to work on that. Maybe next year I’ll try to up the goal. But I have plenty of trouble just writing 1667 words a day that I don’t know if I could try to double it…but maybe 2k a day would be doable. We’ll see next year, won’t we?
TGIO party tomorrow, yay!
For those of you who think NaNo is a waste of time, read this:
Well, I’m 30 now. I’ve started a new decade of life. Honestly, I don’t feel any different than I did at 29–still working the same job, doing the same things. Sure, there have been changes, and ones that can be measured in years instead of days–I bought a car and a house, my boyfriend lives with me–but I don’t feel all that much different than when I graduated. I guess that’s a good thing, right? Feeling–well, not young, exactly, but certainly not like I’m going to have a mid-life crisis. I don’t mind, in the main. I don’t really like big changes. They make me nervous. I do wish I was more spontaneous sometimes, though.
