Necia's Writerly Rambling

I finished the weird story. I went on about 1k more though I think I will be able to trim those words in my edit.

As I wrapped that story up I realized where it fits in the grande scheme of all of my projects. Of course it is set in a world in which I have all ready written. I can't have a stand-alone to save my life.


Anyways, have a snip....

She sits at a table in the corner. Alone. She faces the window, hopes to glimpse the one she is waiting for. A pale madonna, taking long hard drags on her cigarette. The smoke curls from the lit end up towards the ceiling. Towards a Heaven that no longer exists. She exhales. Her lipstick catches my eye. Red. Bright red. Like life blood. I wonder if her lips taste as sweet as they appear.

She pushes her hair back behind her ear and I can see her neck now, pale skin, almost translucent. Her veins call to me. It would be nothing to call her over, to breathe in her scent. To take. Just a small sip.

Thunk! In front of me is the cup of canned blood I ordered. I look up at the Bartender. His name is lost in a fog of memories. He is the Bartender. He glares at me.

"No hunting in my bar, Jacob."

Good night lj.

Visited the library this morning. Was a wee bit disappointed, until I remembered I can go online and request books to be sent to this branch. Oh happy days. So I just requested a whole bunch of books including ones suggested by my flist. Thank you! :D


It is funny how we grow and change. Once upon a time I loathed the idea of first person. Yet my favorite books are first person. Go fig. I realized that and pushed that loathing aside and have found myself enjoying first person now. Shocking I know.

UF I have long detested. But then I hate fads and it felt very faddish to me. But I have several 'friends' here on lj (most on my other lj actually) who write UF. So it felt like I was betraying my 'friends' by being stubborn and disliking UF. So I started reading it and I found myself liking some of it (God forbid!).

I might even admit to being a fan of it.

But that is what self-education is all about, isn't it? Teaching ones-self to change ones opinion. Learning how to open your mind up more than it was before. Lord knows I have a long way to go, but I really hope, I truly believe I will be a better person because I am pushing out of my comfort zones.

Anyways, I'm not even sure if that makes sense to anyone besides me.
toodles

I dreamed in Russian last night and it got me thinking about one of my characters. I adore this character. And out of left field I got this scene in my head. But this scene places this character in another story/series. o_O

Oh and it is yummy.

I will have to do lots of research on Russian culture and history and political organizations to figure out how it will work in my universe. It will be my project for 2010.

I may scribble up a scene or three as an exercise to get a feel of the story.