Wednesday, March 3, 2010

What's Happening Now?

Wow! Has another week really gone by? Where does the time go? Well, I hope you've made room for work and play this week, and I trust that you've seen a little more progress with your current writing projects.

'Cause, whether we like it or not, it's that time again – time for our midweek update – a chance for characters to reveal their current whereabouts. In this way, authors can share what's happening within their stories by speaking through their characters' unique voices.

So, let's hear it, characters. It's time to share your joys, your woes, your dreams, or whatever else is on your mind – and hopefully, by revealing where you are in your story, you'll help inspire your authors to keep moving forward with theirs.

Remember, this is for characters only!

19 comments:

Candy said...

Today I met an old woman who might have known my great aunt when they were both young. It kind of depressed me to think that this person had never done anything, never moved away, just stayed in this one spot her whole life. I was glad to leave her and ramble on to come across the monument to Robert Burns my aunt wrote about. She even remembered the poem inscribed on it and, when I read it, it as as though I was looking through my great aunt's eyes. I shall call her Alex from now on.

Nutmeg Cross said...

Candy, in some ways, I envy you your journey. At least your aunt laid everything out for you... Indy and I are merely following the accidental clues of a woman who might not want to be found. Which has been hard for me to accept. She is my mother, after all.

Sounds like your own journey has been incredibly enlightening. Good luck - and be safe!

P.S. Why are you calling her Alex now? I'm just curious.

Flower said...

I'm in Durham at a crossroads - hahaha!
No really, the avenue has one of those triangles town planners leave in the middle where two roads meet. The town planners, having already proven they aren't quite right in the head, then decide it would be a good idea to put a park bench at the edge of the grassy knoll they stuck between streams of traffic.

Still with me?

I spend time... too much time... on the bench watching stuff and people go by. I'm waiting for a passing aeroplane to drop on me, it's kind-of-like my luck. Know what I mean?

Aidan said...

Flower, I'd like to be sitting with you on that bench.

Olivia Harper said...

Aw, Aidan, that's sweet of you. As long as your intentions are pure, that is.

Marc said...

Olivia, Aidan wouldn't know an impure intention if it smacked him in the arse. He's a sorry excuse for a demon, to be sure.

Devi Marconi said...

Now, now, Marc. I find such pure intentions rather noble.

Jesse Littleton said...

You would.

Devi Marconi said...

What the heck is that supposed to mean?

Jesse Littleton said...

Nothing nefarious. It's just that you tend to be attracted to noble-hearted men... your first husband, Patrick, for one. And me, for another.

Devi Marconi said...

Noble, huh?

If you were truly noble, you wouldn't say so.

Jesse Littleton said...

Hmm... you have a point. Okay, then I'll just be your lovable rogue. But that doesn't change the fact that nobility attracts you.

And Aidan seems like a fine chap - just look at all the grief he endures from his family.

Ricky said...

What's happening now? I'm just trying to take a shower like an ordinary person, but do you think the band will let me? I'm beginning to think I'll be glad when my contract runs out.

Coming Clean

Aidan said...

Thanks Jesse.

Marc said...

Point taken, Jesse? But...

what am I doing now? I'm mainlining tea thick as sewage, trying to caffeinate after staying up with Aidan all night. It was a dreaming night for him. He tossed and turned and slept-walk all night, dreaming of the enemy, while I did my best to keep him from thowing himself through the window or drowning himself in the bath.

Yeah, you got that right. He sleep-bathes. (Dreaming of fire, I think.) Seven hells, am I ever glad tonight is Jason's turn.

Aidan said...

At least I got clean.

Marc said...

Yeah, I managed to throw in a bit of soap.

candy said...

Well, Nutmeg,as my great aunt Alexandria was just about my age when she was where I am about to go, following her footsteps and seeing what has happened to the people she cared about so long ago, I can't help thinking her as young - and a friend. Hence, Alex. Sometimes I almost feel I am her.

Your journey sounds very difficult. I hope your mother is worth finding in the end.Why do you want her so badly? Do you get small jobs to have food money? I hope the weather is not too cold where you are - sleeping outside must be awful!

Nutmeg Cross said...

Oh, okay, I understand, Candy.

As for me, I don't know how to answer that. I'm not sure why I need to find her. Just compelled to, I guess.

I wasn't happy back home - Dad and I don't see eye to eye, and I guess I've always wanted to understand why Mom left us when I was little.

As for the journey itself, Indy and I pooled our money, which wasn't much, so we have to take odd jobs on the road, just to keep going. And sleeping outside (or in barns) isn't so bad when you have company. Besides, we sometimes stay in a place long enough to afford a motel - it's rare, but it's a joy when it happens.