feeling better today after an i-don't-feel-like-working monday and a blargh tuesday. hopefully i can keep it together long enough to get a lot done for my editing clients. i was hoping to finish everything by the end of this week, but i don't think that's happening now. bleh
in other news, +R.J. Blain
and i made a pact to have fun-work breaks. whenever we do a good job on our daily work, we're allowed to take breaks and work on something fun for a short time, 100 words minimum. i chose to work on Dark Lord in Training
. pretty sure she's working on A Horse Named Corn
anyway, yesterday, as a mood-lifter, i wrote nearly 200 words on Dark Lord in Training
. it helped tremendously.
here's the first page:
Before I go any further, I want to get one thing straight. There seems to be this misguided perception that Dark Lords are inherently evil, that they’re born out of some weird ritualistic union between a demon and a—never mind that. But you know the stereotype: dressed all in black, so many sharp, jagged edges attached to their clothes that you wonder how they manage to keep from cutting themselves when they move; the deep, grating voice that booms over your head and sets you to cowering though you’d much prefer to run at that point; and if you dare to look beneath the clothes—which, honestly, I don’t know why you would dare to if you’re in that situation. I mean, c’mon. Anyway—if you do happen to catch that particular Dark Lord removing his gauntlets, or laying his thorny, iron helm on the table for a buffing and sharpening by one of his deformed minions, you imagine his skin to be a pallid gray, mottled, probably wrinkled with hate, and the eyes—the eyes are always red. Of course they are. He has the kind of face that you have nightmares about, and let’s be honest, he’s probably not even fully human. You know the type.
Human ancestry questionable.
Ladies and gentleman, you might be facing a Dark Lord.
it's going to be an attempt at something silly and for kids. after the seriousness of The Wizard's Heart
, i need something lighthearted to play around with now and again. first interesting thing about this story is the first-person pov. that's unusual for me, but this story calls for it. i think it will help with the silliness. second unusual thing: i'm not going to plot. i have a basic idea of where i want this to go, but because i don't want this to be work
, i'm not going to plot it, just write a little bit at a time and see where it goes. ought to be fun.