It’s raining here in Wainui at the moment. We’ve just had lunch and I’m avoiding working on my re-write. Just writing that made me realise something. I’m never not working on my current story. It’s always there, singing away in the crevices of my mind.
Names haunt me. Darting forwards teasingly then off again when I try to understand what triggered the sudden thought.
Loushka, Alek, Gredel, Phroma. Cat, Kassie, Loi & Audrey.
Sian, Daron, Sabyn and Rumal.
While I sit here watching True Blood and pretending to not think about BirthRight, I suddenly realise that Alceide might look like Alek. Without meaning to I begin to dissect the differences between them. I open another page to google who the actor is because as with any Author I desperately want these characters to be real. This is my dream world I’m creating. It’s fantastical and terrifying with limits set only by your mind. It makes my heart race and I realise I haven’t even registered the last 20mins of True Blood… what the heck is Sookie wearing??
*sigh* It’s a very good thing we got rid of the cable *grin* what a waste of money it’d be with me! So never feel bad when you have a ‘break’ from writing because I’ll guarantee that you’re still working on it!
I didn’t mention our minor drama yesterday. Otis our blonde dog (I’d call him tan but he really is a blonde *grin* no offense to any blondes out there ; p) got excited when our neighbour started playing with his bull mastiff puppy. Who is huge and gorgeous and one of the sweetest pups ever! Anyway Oty tried jumping the fence and as usual came off second best. This is a HIGH fence by the way *sigh*. He split his nail to the quick and was bleeding everywhere. So we bandaged him up but didn’t panic too much. Till about an hour before we were meant to leave for dinner and we realised it was STILL bleeding. Oh crap. And an emergency call to the vet then Glenn dashed over the hill with him while I crossed my fingers that
A. Oty would be fine and B. Glenn would get to dinner on time *grin*
It all worked out okay (and about $80.00 later..) and now Oty is playing the ‘poor me I’m an invalid’ card with his giant bandage. He’s gonna have a hissyfit tomorrow when he realises he isn’t allowed to go walking for a few days . So here’s some cute pic’s of the ‘dying’ doggy and his sisters Sable (dog) and