"If it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck... it must be a swamp thing?"

So today is New Year's Eve.

I sat in front of my fireplace, trying to get a fire going, watching it rage and subside.
Life is very much like that, with times where it rages, and times where it's only one little glowing ember. With the occasional pop and flare from a pocket of sap.

Oddly enough, I have the house to myself. The plans I had for the evening fell through, which was not surprising.
I am watching Six Feet Under. Which is not necessarily something someone who has slight depression should be watching on New Years eve. But my depression is alright right now.
As far as the show goes, I don't know if I like it or not. I'm on the 4th episode... so I guess since generally I only give a show 3 episodes before I make a determination about it.... i guess so far I'm still watching it.

I should be spending this quiet time typing up my pages of text that I have in my note book.
But as I'm fighting off a bit of a headache right now, I think I'll just wait till tomorrow... perhaps.

The important part is the fact that I'm actually writing at all. Typing it up can technically wait as long as I'm still getting the ideas down, and the world created.

I actually created a new character over the past 2 nights, whom is rather neat. I'm not entirely sure about him though, as his little details are still fuzzy. They are details that my readers may never see in this particular novel.. but the details need to be there at least in my own notes. Otherwise the character will come across half assed.. like.. ahem.. a few other authors tend to do when they are just creating the characters for the sake of having another body in the scene. (*coughLKHcough*)

The other night, there was no writing.. but there was a journal sketch done. I say journal sketch, as it is on the classic.. .lined notebook paper. Yup... I doodled.
Twice.
One was a gargoyle or demon thing. No, it wasn't Gaz. It was just me doodling.
And the first one that I actually drew was a scene of Alex in the final pages of the novel.

Someday, mayhaps I'll post it up as it's not that bad a sketch. Obviously I'm no artist when it comes to pencil and paper, and in my own defense, it was a figure of a human body in a position I've never sketched it in. But I still think it's neat.

On a personal good note... I finally got off my bum and dug out my humidifier. Which I have been desperately needing. The past 2 days now, I could take the hair bands out of my hair, and quite literally my hair would poof and cling and be a static cloud. I really hate being so electrified as I always am. It has been making it very difficult to open doors at work, or get in and out of my car. Everything I touch I get zapped. But for the past 2 hours I've had the humidifier out I can already feel the difference.
Oh Gods.. I just went into a ramble about my hair.

Okay moving along... I of course got all weepy this afternoon when Honey of Mine called me to ring in the New Year. Obviously as I'm typing this it is not even close to midnight, but the unfortunate nature of different time zones, means that for him it has already come and gone and once again we were not together celebrating.
He mentioned that next year if it's possible he wants to have me be in the UK for the New Year, which would be fabulous, but I doubt it will happen. Next January, we will be in the 6 month moving dash of "Oh my god, I'm about to move out of the country, and I've only got 6 months left to make sure everything is just how it needs to be!"
Also, I think it might be unfair to the possibility of my friends that i have still in the US, as it will very much be my last official New Years in the US. Yup, only one left after tonight. That doesn't mean that someday I won't be celebrating in the US again, it's just if it does happen, it won't be for a while, and it will be a vacation.

Well, I guess I'm done rambling. The fire is down to embers again, and it is technically already past my bedtime.

I hope everyone has a blinding* time tonight!

*Cockney slang.

198 words not on a sticky note..

198 words.

Yuppers. I was so bored at work this morning, I jotted down 198 words of dialogue. I mean, wanting to claw my eyes out bored. Sure there is a little work I can do. Not much. But a little. I just don't really have the motivation to do it. Every customer I've dealt with today has either been entirely rude, or just dumb as rocks. It's the rude people that are pissing me off.

But moving along.. It's a cute little plot island, but I think it's one more for Book 2 rather than book 1. Book 2? Look at me wishin' and a hopin'. I mean honestly. Part of me thinkgs Book 1 won't even get finished, let alone published, so how crazy am I to be thinking that there will actually be a book 2.

On an entirely differnt note.. this morning, I was feeling mighty.. hefty. I just felt blah. My belt buckle was digging in, and that is bothersome for 2 reasons. 1)I'm allergic to metal, so having it dig in, is unplesent. and 2) it was making me feel fat.
So I finally gave up, and decided to loosen my belt. I realized, that it was a notch tighter than I usually wear it. O.O oh my.
Apparently this morning as I was getting dressed, it just easily went tighter. This is good. But possibly a fluke.

Well, having just gone to break, and to the ladies, once again I went to do up my belt, and it immediately went to that 1 notch tighter location. So, apparently it is not a fluke. I have lost enough weight that when standing, I am a notch tighter, but not quite there yet for sitting. This is good. This makes me happy. I'll be even happier when I'm a notch tighter while sitting, but hey.. at least I appear to be half way there...

I guess I should really get back to work. As much as I don't want to... it's slightly a necessity. I need to of course at least pretend to work.

A Werewolf Moon, Inspiration, and future promises.

So today, I have not written any new pages.

Nor have I typed up those 8 pages of long hand staring me down. Which I've been staring right back at all this time.

No, today I some how managed to get roped into *someday* writing a Vampire Steampunk Novella. - They wanted a full novel, but apparently will settle with a novella (aka short story).
Mother of Mine will dutifully reply to her Ravelry friends that yes, I will someday do it, but I need to finish writing both A Hard Day's Bite, and my steamy airship story.

Now news on A Hard Day's Bite. Like I said, I didn't get anything written or typed, but I did just spend the last hour looking for "Character Inspiration Photos". Meaning looking for qualities in famous people whom I think about when I think about some of my characters. Now this does not mean that I think of a specific person then base my character off of them. No, it is I think of qualities then find the person to match. That way I have a visual representation to remind me "oh yeah, thats how I wanted the hair" sort of deal. Also the other day while I was at work, I was bored and decided to do a bit of a search on Gargoyles. Just for the hell of it. ;-)

Lets just say... mmmmmm i just got a lot of eye candy.

Who might be on my list?
Weeeelll fine I'll tell you.

Keira Knightly
Alex O'Loughlin
David Boreanaz

Those are just a few mind you. I've been gathering images for a while.

And no. I'm not going to tell you who represents who, or represents aspects of whom.
Ha ha ha. Yes, I'm evil. I doubt even my 1st readers would be able to figure it out at this point. Muhahahahahahaha.

Sigh. I really should type up those pages. Mayhaps I'll get more inspired if I get it down.

Last night, by the way was absolutely a gorgeous moon. It was the fullest moon of the year. Which, actually I had to print out an article about the moon, as part of my research. Friday (when the moon was going to be full) was actually quite a good day for inspiration. Got two ideas written down, and research started, and also nabbed another reader (see previous blog).
Mother of Mine is going to try quilt what we saw of the moon. Specifically as it was surrounded by a full circle of rainbows. The colors went double even. And it was rather neat as there was a contrail running through it, and also there were "werewolf" clouds floating around it. (That comment was stolen by Dave Lowe, whom has an amazing photo of the moon- sans rainbow and contrail on his blog. You can find him under the list of blogs i follow)It is actually the Wolf Moon, which was neat, with those special clouds. It has many other names, but honestly I do believe the Wolf Moon was perfect for it. Mother of Mine is going to actually do the quilt as how I saw it when I was walking back into the house, through the barren tree branches. That will give it a neat perspective, and a focus point so that it isn't just a moon in the night sky.
I have warned her that I will most likely steal it if she makes it, barring of course if she sells it. Which considering she hasn't sold any quilt I've laid claim to, I think that this not yet made quilt will be snuggled safely amongst my things to move to the UK.

So no, I have not written down anything since yesterday in regards to A Hard Day's Bite which is sad. But, I do have to say this.. the world is very much fleshing it's self out to me, and for that I am happy. It is no longer shapes in the mist. It is now defined faces, defined personalities, defined locations. What vampires can and cannot do, what a little bit of their mythos are. Cute little nods to the past vampires that came before them.
This, makes me very happy.