So I've spent the last three days with my nose buried in a book.

Well, not just one book. Quite a few, actually. I've been spending a great deal of time since the semester ended trying to catch up on my pleasure reading with a vengeance, mostly books I'd bought sporadically since January but hadn't had time to fully indulge in. I managed to catch up on those (oh my Goooooood, Dead Beat by Jim Butcher is officially the best book EVER in terms of sheer AWESOME!), and then thought it'd be a good idea to cycle back to some of my old favorites that I hadn't read in a while.

This inevitably lead me to deciding to pick up Mercedes Lackey's Valdemar series once again.

They're very readable and very fun - and, not gonna lie, ever since I first read Arrows of the Queen I've always wanted a Companion. The thing is, every time I finish reading a Lackey book (and today I tore through the Vows and Honors books specifically), I get the itch to fiddle around with my Brindlewood 'verse, specifically the components dealing with mercenary companies, and combined with some other books I've been reading and a show I rewatched recently, I've actually gotten a bit of inspiration for writing and the muses are staring at me and cackling and grinning evil grins, help!

So, yes, urge to write (something, probably just a short story) rising. And stick in stupidly-obvious shout outs to favorite things (which, admittedly, might only seem stupidly-obvious to me) and post it here on LJ to have my ego stroked. Siiiigh.

Oh, well.
Slowly trying to do some more writing for NaNoWriMo, although since Bam-Bam is currently curled up in my lap and snoozing away, typing is something of a problem right now. Such a cute kitty, is Bam-Bam. Probably a dog in his past life. I'm going to teach him to fetch and bark if it kills me.

Watching The Producers right now. Am going to have that song stuck in my head for the next week, and I will no doubt end up humming it the next time I watch Band of Brothers. *facedesk* I am going to Hell. Most definitely going to Hell.

Should do more writing. I really should.

Screw it, I can write after I finish snuggling with Bam-Bam.


Nov. 1st, 2008 07:04 pm
Currently at 1,207 words for NaNoWriMo, with about four hundred more to go at least. I'm already feeling grumbly about the whole thing; on the one hand this is great practice for writing something long and detailed, and on the other hand I'm so much better at getting my point across in as few words as possible. (*coughcoughzombiestorycoughcough*)

Ugh, I'm going to be tearing my hair out by Wednesday, I know it.



Oct. 27th, 2008 04:54 pm
So an afternoon's battle with the muses has finally yielded some results.

In return for allowing the small nod to fandom to stay a small nod to fandom in the Brindlewood story, I will see about working on a vaguely-cracky full-blown AU of epic proportions after NaNoWriMo's over. No guarantees, as by December I'll probably be in desperate need of a break from writing, but for now it's shut the jackals up and they're content to work on other things.

Ugh. I'm not sure what it says about me when I have to make deals with personifications of my own damn mind.
More reading done today. To reiterate: I love Glen Cook.

More writing done, too. A little bit of my [ profile] randompulp challenge and some more of the zombie story, primarily, and I'm going to be outlining my NaNoWriMo story later. May have to go to war with the muses over the use of the mercenary company (see my last entry for details) because they want to put more of the focus on them rather than my original plot and central characters. Uh huh. No way. Hell no. Brindlewood will not be needlessly tampered with to satisfy the muses' perverse desire for fandom.

Warring with one's own brain: not fun.

Also currently insanely jealous of [ profile] predikit's exploits in spreading the plague of undeath and zombiefication (it's a word, dammit!) and general mass panic in Ironforge. I really need to get back on WoW one of these days.

Anyway. Time to fight the muses for control of my story.


Oct. 26th, 2008 09:35 pm
Right, so, errand-time didn't happen because Mom (nor I, honestly) wanted to go out on a Sunday afternoon. So instead I spent most of my day doing more reading and I fervently love Glen Cook now. Another fantasy author says of him, "Reading his stuff is like reading Vietnam War fiction on peyote," and hot damn if he isn't right.

Tales of the Black Company is a compilation of the first three books in the series (The Black Company, Shadows Linger, and The White Rose) and are all told from the point of view of the Company's physician/surgeon/medic/what-have-you, Croaker, who also serves as the Company's Annalist/historian. Cook doesn't waste words and is generally very sparse when it comes to descriptions, which I find immensely refreshing as many authors rely too much on description. Since this is a dark fantasy, not everything is sunshine and roses, but Cook inserts enough humor that you don't get needlessly overwhelmed by the grim atmosphere.

To reiterate: I love Glen Cook. My Pantheon of Literary Gods now has a new member.

The downside to this is that now I've got mercenary company on the brain; this is nothing new for me, back in my roleplaying days I was found of playing lone mercenaries and even managed the Mercenary Guild at one site (ah, memories), and typically I return to the concept every now and then when I write. However, since I've also been mentally outlining how I want my Brindlewood (my high fantasy/steampunk hybrid) story to go for NaNoWriMo, I've been expanding my cast of characters and know I want a mercenary company coming to Brindlewood as an escort for a merchant caravan. (A cavalry company, of course, to satisfy my inner horse lover.)

Normally, not a problem.

The problem arises when my dastardly, conniving muses decide to throw one of my favorite fandoms into the mix as some messed up tribute. Like, say, the Captain is a lanky redhead, soft-spoken but a brilliant leader. And his lieutenants include his hard-drinking best friend, a brash but charming officer with a gap-toothed grin, and a ruthless field commander with a shadowy reputation. Not to mention the rest of the company. Radically different names, of course.

Some of you will know exactly what I am talking about.

And I can feel the muses grinning at me evilly. Damn, damn, damn, I won't let that particular idea take over my brain, I won't! I have a challenge to write and a zombie story to finish and NaNoWriMo to participate in!




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