sappy

Was doing some desultory plot-structure work in preparation for nanowrimo, to determine what else I have to research. (Researched dates corresponding to a possible time-frame for novel, and researched names extensively.)
Dave asked what the novel was about.

A little reluctantly, I gave him a vague overview of the tentative outline I have. Admittedly, it's not much. It's just a framework. But.

"It's really sappy," he said. "Much sappier than your usual."

Sigh. "Yes," I agreed.

I also realized that if I adhere as closely as I would like to to historical considerations, then there won't be any sex in the whole novel. I dunno, man... I can't make an attempt to write a romance novel without putting at least one sex scene in it. Bummer. This may not end up as marketable as I had thought.

mmf

hadda nother onea those postapocalyptic dreams where the world was ending and I was rushing about trying to get organized. Nothing particularly memorable bout this one but left me with a feeling of irritation and moderate confusion as well as frustration. I had a car, too: Katy's old Jeepster, the 1967 Jeep-brand pickup, school-bus yellow, made of cast iron I swear.

Which makes me remember how the night before last we went to Dave's buddy Tom's house for a sociable dessert with him and his fiancee Janine, I think mostly so Tom could ask Dave to be in the wedding (he's so in demand, and you know, he looks awesome in a tux). Anyhow, we showed up and they were watching MTV's "Pimp My Ride"...
I wonder what that crew would make of the Jeepster?
It would be a disaster: cars old enough to be historic ought not to be "pimped".

Anyhow. Am waking up, and realizing that it's sunny today for the first time in maybe a week, and maybe that means I should go get my ass moving on that garden, because I have fifty more bulbs to plant and the frost coming on. But it's been raining for days and we've got a wet backyard in general, so this-ere gardenin expedition is gonna be all mudwrestlin if go out there.


Pardon my incoherence, i just woke up and am trying to take stock and figure out where I ought to be today and doing what.

"You know, i can write fanfic the rest of the year."

A fellow NaNoWriMoer for this year, on switching from fanfic to original fic, at least for a month:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/nanomandrina/2630.html

if I get through this, I will owe credit to no one. And if I fall flat on my face and fail, I will have no one to blame but myself. This time, for the first time- there are no disclaimers.

SAPPY

yeah, it is. i've finally finished the plot outline and it's sappy as hell.

oh well! I've never done sappy. Maybe I'll be good at it.

update on the site

My domain name has been released, but I still can't register it.

I begin to despair of ever getting my damn site back.

octobrescensce

quote of the day:

"How can you lie there and think of England
when you don't even know who's on the team?"
Billy Bragg, Greetings to the New Brunette


We went grocery shopping and bought tremendous quantities of candy on the off-chance that trick-or-treaters might stop by. Seeing as we don't even have so much as a pumpkin, and everyone else has their houses decked out like it's Halloween of the Apocalypse and if you're not sufficiently over-decorated the Angel of Death will visit you, I don't know how many we'll get.

We also have all three movies of the Evil Dead trilogy, including Army of Darkness, so we have to watch those at some point.

Dave has just discovered, to his sorrow, that a belly that eagerly scoffed quantities of Sugar Babies and Bit O' Honey fifteen years ago is no longer able to do such with equanimity. We'll be eating dinner late tonight, I think. Sucks to be in your mid-twenties, don't it?


I figured out the genealogy of both my main characters now. The male's genealogy sort of fell into my lap-- I chose him a name at random that sounded cool, and then decided to have him descended from an obscure king whose kingdom was inherited by an under-king of his when he died-- only to discover that the king, who for my purposes would have to be his great-grandfather, apparently had a son with precisely the same name as the one I had chosen. Which would make my character handily named for his grand-uncle (who died childless). What a coincidence-- it wasn't even a very common name. (It's not like I called him Olaf. If any of you know anything about the Dublin Norse or the Icelandic Sagas, I've made him a great-grandson of Olaf I (The White), the first Norwegian king of Dublin once it was worth being king of, and a grand-nephew of Thorstein the Red, who was a king in Scotland and features in a later Icelandic saga, mostly because of his mother Aud the Deep-Minded.)
So he sort of brought himself to life, along with a whole slew of really handy events that coincided perfectly with various events of his childhood, including an important military campaign that began shortly after he would have been old enough to take arms. So his life immediately makes perfect sense.

She's not cooperating as well, but that's because I chose to put her in a less well-documented place, so I can muddle through that pretty well. At least I got her a name, something of a vague genealogy, and some kinfolks.

Shrug. I have so much research done now (I even know what kind of underwear she wears) that I really just want to write the damn thing. But the discipline is good for me.