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Note: It is very late, my eyes hurt and my bed is more comfortable than swimming in a pool of kittens. But stepping away from internet and computer and lying down to sleep clears my head. Now the words won't leave me alone. There may be story written later.
Before I take the test to get upgraded to P Plates (and thereby setting me loose to menace the sidewalks on my own) I need someone to sign me off as being able to drive at night, the one thing I never did with my instructor. We out tonight on a quick around so I could learn such things as Operating The Lights.
It is quite a different experience, driving at night compared to being a passenger at night. Not quite so easy to lie back and let the world drift by, dreamlike (not that I dream) and quite a bit more whyisitsobrightIcan'tseewhere'stheroadgone.
Okay, not really. I actually did a good job of not letting the glare get in my way, I'm told, although the suburban parts of our drive were definitely more hectic than I would have liked (no traffic at all would be favourite). We also went along some countryish, higher speed roads where the high beams got some use. I revel in the night air, the wind and the darkness, so I was sorely tempted to put my foot down and let everything stretch into one endless thrilling moment. I'm not quite that daft though, so I kept my speed sensibly under the limit and only even approached it when we passed through lighted areas. I need to get a decent driving game.
Somehow, Angel managed to get out into the front yard yesterday and somehow she managed to hurt her front right leg, so now she is hopping. Therefore, imminent trip to the vet, who sent her a Christmas card.
My memory is fuzzy, which happens. Sometime since the last announcement my still unnamed christmas story gained another 173 words. For now it goes by the simply descriptive title 'Rametic Christmas Story'. It probably will not be finished by the 25th because a) I need to do some research and b) it will be relatively long, for something I wrote. The other new story has the working title 'Raven Zemaire'. Mostly I think the necessary framework is in place now but there are still some details where I am unsure if I should start writing and fill them in as appropriate or wait until they come to me first. Raven's character and situation still seems to be down better than Alec's too, so some brainstorming may be in order.
Well, that problem may resolve itself before I get started. There is a particular crucial scene early on which I have roughly in mind but I can not begin with it. There needs to be some prior story before it will work right and I do not have those well established at all. Ah, but just because a story is presented in a particular order does not mean it must also be written in that order. I believe I will take a leaf from Mozart's book and sketch in the central ideas first, leave the ornamentation for later.
I want salt and vinegar flavoured chips. This keyboard smells like play-doh.
Before I take the test to get upgraded to P Plates (and thereby setting me loose to menace the sidewalks on my own) I need someone to sign me off as being able to drive at night, the one thing I never did with my instructor. We out tonight on a quick around so I could learn such things as Operating The Lights.
It is quite a different experience, driving at night compared to being a passenger at night. Not quite so easy to lie back and let the world drift by, dreamlike (not that I dream) and quite a bit more whyisitsobrightIcan'tseewhere'stheroadgone.
Okay, not really. I actually did a good job of not letting the glare get in my way, I'm told, although the suburban parts of our drive were definitely more hectic than I would have liked (no traffic at all would be favourite). We also went along some countryish, higher speed roads where the high beams got some use. I revel in the night air, the wind and the darkness, so I was sorely tempted to put my foot down and let everything stretch into one endless thrilling moment. I'm not quite that daft though, so I kept my speed sensibly under the limit and only even approached it when we passed through lighted areas. I need to get a decent driving game.
Somehow, Angel managed to get out into the front yard yesterday and somehow she managed to hurt her front right leg, so now she is hopping. Therefore, imminent trip to the vet, who sent her a Christmas card.
My memory is fuzzy, which happens. Sometime since the last announcement my still unnamed christmas story gained another 173 words. For now it goes by the simply descriptive title 'Rametic Christmas Story'. It probably will not be finished by the 25th because a) I need to do some research and b) it will be relatively long, for something I wrote. The other new story has the working title 'Raven Zemaire'. Mostly I think the necessary framework is in place now but there are still some details where I am unsure if I should start writing and fill them in as appropriate or wait until they come to me first. Raven's character and situation still seems to be down better than Alec's too, so some brainstorming may be in order.
Well, that problem may resolve itself before I get started. There is a particular crucial scene early on which I have roughly in mind but I can not begin with it. There needs to be some prior story before it will work right and I do not have those well established at all. Ah, but just because a story is presented in a particular order does not mean it must also be written in that order. I believe I will take a leaf from Mozart's book and sketch in the central ideas first, leave the ornamentation for later.
I want salt and vinegar flavoured chips. This keyboard smells like play-doh.
