Inner Monologue

Over 11k and still going up, I'm weighing the best way to go about a book like this. I don't think I've ever read a book written from the perspective of the villain where they didn't repent or die by the end.

( Belladonna )
In the meantime I press on with NaNoWriMo, I'm a few days ahead, but I don't want to fall behind at all. The trouble is that with what I'm writing I'm having to be very picky with my word choice to make sure that everything falls into plan.

Today was lovely though, and it's not over yet. Robbie left to go further south to see friends and I spent the day with Samm. I have eaten so much sushi down here I'm happier than a kitty.

In other news KiKi is beautiful and her tail is as fluffy as she is wide, I almost want to steal her.

I get an absolutely hilarious picture in my head of poor Adam on hands and knees in an alley, begging like his life depends on it for Marley to show SOME sort of couth.

It is by no means finished, but it is in the right tone, which is going to be essential to this book.

( A bit from NaNoWriMo )

I had another interview tonight, this time at meijer's, in a different department than Robbie, but that was what I wanted anyways. Also not a cashier position, so yay. It went well, Robbie came home for lunch and said that Steph, the manager had stated that I'm pretty much a sure thing for the job, they just have to wait for my background check to come back and get me set up with one last interview as a formality.

So yay!

In the meantime, NaNoWriMo is coming up. Originally I had planned to try for a book with seven chapters, basically about a motel through 7 days of the week and the people who stay there. So more of a compilation of interwoven short stories. I have since changed my mind. David is going to be finished by November, I've got the ending worked out in my mind and the plots for the next book in place. I plan on moving on to Gale for NaNoWriMo.

I'm excited to do this, I can't remember ever reading a book from the villain's POV.

In the meantime I think Bastian may be under control, or getting back under control. Things are looking up, but the publication has still been pushed back to after the new year, which is okay with me.

Looking to go to C-Bus on the 5th and 6th of November as well. Robbie is going further south to see friends, and I'mma be crashing at my parent's for those days and visiting with my sister. I need to give Tammi a call so I can crash and give her the presents I've been collecting for her, LOL.

I love that Robbie listens to just as much Maroon 5 as I do...for slightly different reasons, but still!

Looking over my earliest draft of Artemis, reminiscing and looking for things that I could throw into the re-write of Book 2 I found a few more gems I’m almost 100% certain I will re-incorporate.

Things I’ve grabbed from the old book already in Book 1:

• Pandomé (the entire character)
• Kamen and grand theft auto (the whole mechafly crash as a tribute, but I DO plan on having him steal a cab just for old times sake)
• Celeste’s Lithe (a tribute more to the old Firebird myths that were used in one of the old lessons, might use that later in Book 2)
• Sharon (Now Rei’s leftovers and possibly number six for Fosh, oh god, Alladair was the first? O.o)

Something neat I found: Nancy was severely asthmatic, actually the proper use of Celeste’s blue pearls was to provide relief. Of course for most of the story early on Kamen ends up giving lots of piggy-back rides.

Ah, Kamen’s family lives in this version…yeah no dice buddy, your family is dead dead dead

Robbie took me for coffee this morning, then we drove around.

We went looking at houses mostly, the nice ones, big houses that you'd like to fill for Christmas.

I don't know what happened. It never happened before, but I started feeling absolutely terrible, achy throat and welled up eyes terrible, and at first I didn't know what was wrong, at first I didn't understand why I was so upset all of a sudden doing something I used to like. I broke down once or twice, Robbie was completely confused, and I know I cry a lot these days and he's probably seen more than his share of it.

I talked about my grandparents a little. Memories of things we used to do when I was little and they had the house in Findlay.  Stargazing with my grandma. My grandpa's very recent stroke, that made me cry again.

Eventually I understood why I was so upset over the houses. Before, no matter how extravagant it was, nothing seemed out of reach. Not a million dollar home, not the world, anything was possible. Now I don't feel that hope, and no matter how many times I told myself, "finish writing your books, finish editing, get back on track" nothing seemed to help.

When I did figure out what made me upset, Robbie had me tell him, and I think he liked the reason even less than me actually crying.

I think I may actually need an anti-depressant of some sort. I may need to actually seek help about this, because I can't seem to pull myself out of this. I just keep snuggling up in bed and crying over sections of Artemis.

I think right now it helps even less that Robbie keeps throwing out completely Covington phrases.

Kory: “I don’t know, the way it’s written makes me think he’s going upstairs.”

Me: “Yeah, gimme a sec, I gots this.”

Kory: “Unless he’s Spiderman and going up the side.”

Me: “~Bas-ti-an, Bas-ti-an, does whatever a spider can!~”

An excerpt, still needs a little work, but the dialogue sums up a lot about Artemis as a character.

Closing in on the final chapter, although I still feel leery of it for some reason despite it being something I think about constantly. I just can’t seem to type when I actually get to it.

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Meanwhile, Rei's standing in the corner, feeling VERY uncomfortable.

I watched the anime a few years back, but never got around to reading the actual books. In the name of research I delved into them tonight, makes me want to re-watch the series now, but I can't for the life of me find a good copy.

The manga however is quite interesting, it follows very closely the old Bram Stoker, much closer than I do with The Ritzko Project, but I'm taking my own creative twist on them. I love that they can't cross water, I love that they use coffins, I love that Alucard talks about skills learned at Scholomance (he hasn't used the actual name of the school where Dracula learned them) and uses them, and I LOVE that they tie in the whole zombie apocalypse.

Very similarly as to what Gale does with necromancy and raising zombies as an army (planned book 3), Hellsing goes with the old stories that a vampire can only sire those who are pure and virgin, otherwise a "ghoul" is born, oh and there are armies of ghouls.

So back to the whole Dracula myth, something I came across in the book that gave me a twinge of awe was a Vlad the Impaler referrence. Most people are well aware that Vlad III Dracula is the closest historical figure to Dracula and a large influance on the character himself, a Prince that lived in Wallachia (modern-day Transylvania and Romania), he was most known for "impaling" his favorite method of torture. It is said that several times armies that came to seize power often turned back after being met at rivers and city limits by thousands of people impaled on large pikes of wood left to die and rot off.

Gruesome, right?





Best. Reference. Ever.

Sorry, but the scene is just kick ass in every way. Kouta Hirano (the author and artist) seems to capure exactly the scene I imagine when I think of Vlad, the pikes neatly surrounding the building like they were there for decoration...Vlad was a pretty messed up character with a long history of abuse, I imagine he had a personality like Hannibal Lector...without the whole eating thing...that kinda fits the Dracula aspect tho...

And as I'm really not that far into reading the series, I figure I'll have a lot more to say about it, this just caught me off guard and I loved it.

I wonder if they'll incorporate a form of a Drone? That was more of a Fright Night referrence though.

My family came up to see us. I feel much better after talking with my Mom, I'm certain at this point that things will get 100% better when Robbie and I move away from his parents. The trouble is work, there is nothing here and I'm not getting any calls back from anyone.

Of course apparently Robbie's dad was under the impression that I never apped to the store that he thought was a sure thing. He was a bit floored when I told him that I handed my app to the owner and the one he supposedly had the "in" with.

ANY-who, it was nice to get out and do things with them while they were here. We went to lunch and then went to play puttputt.

Samm is moving into her dorm on Sunday, meaning she'll be farther away, but hopefully she'll be on skype more.

Ah, its an Utena and Artemis sort of night.