Standing on a Cliff in the Rain, Staring Out at the Ocean

Yeah, that about sums it up.

Storytellers Within Stories

I'm making some pretty good progress on NaNo this year, with the idea that I'll not have to worry about it so much while I'm traveling for Thanksgiving.  Fortunately my muse has been cooperative, and provided me with plenty of fodder for the writing.

I'm something of a discovery writer- I often go into things just trusting that the story is there and I need only uncover it.  Thus I was absolutely delighted when a character I'd tossed out as a "need more siblings for Calitoph" name turned into someone I'm ridiculously fond of.  And he's a story-teller, to boot, which is a difficult calling in a town where lying is tolerated only during one small portion of the year.

Ansan's hair cannot be tamed.

Needless to say, he makes the most of it.

Twenty-Five Words

"Just write a death scene where the person dying says 'Argh' twenty-five times in a row," said my husband to me earlier this evening.  I was twenty-five words short of my NaNo goal of twenty-five hundred words, and he was being extra helpful as only he can.

Amused, I posted his suggestion on Facebook, which led to a long string of twenty-five word statements bandied about to tell a ridiculous story.  As you can see,  I've not been able to stop myself since; I even upped the challenge to make it twenty-five per sentence.

But that's enough for tonight, I think- after all, too much drilling can drive a girl to distraction, and where's the fun in that, eh?

This doodle has nothing to do with any of that, but instead is of my dog, who manages to be both derpy and good.

The Best Treachery Yet

This is by far the closest-to-my-mental-image of Treachery I've drawn to date:

Nice scar.

And the second-best part of this is that today's sermon led me to some excellent passages to use as chapter headings!  Woo!

Simplified Babies

Sometimes I work with my mother to make patterns for stained glass.  By which I mean, sometimes she likes a drawing that I've done, and I volunteer to simplify the lines so she can make them appropriate for patterns.  I told her I'd do these last night... I didn't, so I whipped them out this morning.  Ta da!

Babies babies babies... and balls!

Saga Best

(Saga being Treachery's Mother)

She has Secrets.  Capital S Secrets.

NaNoWriMo 2012 Gets Underway

...and new characters are popping up out of the scorched earth like stubborn little weeds.

More adorable than he might like to be represented.

This is Calitoph Blessed.  Apparently it is his POV from which the novel is being told.  Who knew?