Slowly catching up! I got behind quite a bit, no thanks to crochet, but I’m working my butt off to get back to where I need to be - ahead, if need be! \o/
I love these cute little pots, I use them for starters. x3 Planted some more seeds today! \o/
It was very peaceful, and I realized how meditative I find planting and tending to flowers, herbs, and veggies. I need to learn more, but it’s a trial and error since most of my family claims they don’t have a green thumb. (You have to LEARN how to take care of plants, oh woe. And then actually take care of them.)
Anyway, I realized another thing. I’d pay for a lovely landscaped yard in sexual favors. (aka I need a nature-loving husband with a huge libido?)
Today and yesterday’s crochet work for Anime Central - the WIPS are the top half of a sea turtle shell and the body/head of a bunny (cream & brown). I haven’t been feeling very productive, so I blew crocheting off for writing last night and part of today. ;P
For every crappy father character, I write a super fluffy father/child dynamic to make up for it.
Ewan and Niven are adorable. >_>; “Yes, son, you wear that skirt, and you can learn how to sword fight, and I don’t care if you’re twelve, it’s okay to snuggle with your parents.”
6. Where are you most comfortable writing? At what time of day? Computer or good ol’ pen and paper?
I stick to my room, and nighttime or early morning is preferrable. I actually find I prefer writing on my “vanity” - I use it as a desk, as the mirror is separate and in some closet. (I…hate mirrors.) It’s beautiful, I’ve posted it before. I’ve got my laptop mostly in this little corner of the room, and hopefully soon, I can create a nice little nook over here.
I sometimes enjoy writing on paper, but a laptop is easier for me! I can write much quicker this way. (:
kisrah said: There is something wonderfully creepy about this. :o New work?
I don’t have much sorted out…just two female characters. It’s supposed to have lots of characters, later, and it’ll switch between points of view. Not sure how I’ll bring it all together. It takes place in space, so I’ve got a lot of worldbuilding to do. :’)
Erotica in Ancient Egypt.
(Looks like they’re filming in the Brooklyn Museum. I think I found the piece!)
Closets on spaceships are large. They’re built large enough to withstand someone’s years’ worth of clutter if it takes a while to deposit them at the nearest recycle station.
Closets are perfect for beds.
I strip the mattress of all but the flat sheet and heave it off the frame. It isn’t very heavy. They make them durable, and the foam sinks beneath my fingers. It comforts me to squeeze the malleable material as I slide it across the industrial carpets. I hate those carpets. They burn when you’re dragged across them.
I kick aside the door and bring the mattress as far in as I can manage. My socked feet skip over it and push it from the other end. It almost fits. Good enough. The ends curve along the wall, but the door will shut. I toss blankets and pillows in. I’ll make a nest. It’ll be my palace.
I can’t sleep in the open. Little nooks and corners are the places on a ship I’m used to. I can squeeze into a cupboard. Luci knows where to find me, but she never looks for me anymore. She says I should go where I need to go, do what I need to do. I like that about her. She doesn’t ask me for anything. She doesn’t demand.
It scares me sometimes when she doesn’t. I jump in my skin, expecting her to want me to behave a certain way or stop huddling in tiny crawlspaces.
Luci won’t hug me without asking. I’d like for her to be able to, but if she touched me without permission, I think I’d scream. Not if I didn’t expect it. Not if I didn’t know it was her. Her arms are safe. I don’t know how. I used to think arms were masses of muscle and bone and flesh that hurts when it squeezes around your neck or thumps against your ribcage. I don’t even like my own arms. They never can decide where to go when I sleep.
They’re good for pulling blankets around me. I sink onto the mattress, closing the door as I go down, and wrap blankets at my shoulders. I stuff pillows around my head, under my knees, at my sides. These are the hugs I like best. They don’t move unless I do. They smell faintly of detergent, but I think the “me” smell is taking over. I don’t know what I smell like, just that I have one, and it’s transferring to my things. It’s a smell I can understand. We’ve been together for a long time. I close my eyes.
When Luci finds me, I wouldn’t mind if she joins me.
5. By age, who is your youngest character? Oldest? How about “youngest” and “oldest” in terms of when you created them?
I can’t answer “youngest”, because most of my characters who are young, age. In the story. I’ve had characters who’ve been in the story since birth.
Oldest? Moswen, the sea serpents in The Hostile Credence…basically, all my deities.
Youngest created characters are…probably Andy and Lucinda. Those two are from my story about how lawless space can be, since it’s too vast to be monitored. Lucinda grew up in a happy environment around a bunch of mechanics, and she’s picked up the passion to work on ships and mecha. Andy was in a less fortunate situation, one she couldn’t be yanked out of due to isolation in space. Those two will eventually meet and become a couple. :D
Oldest created character? Uh, no idea on that. I recycled a lot of older characters (with some changes to make them much better), and I can’t really keep track. I have too many projects and too many stories. ^^;
This is for branstarkweek! I’m glad I was able to finish it in time :3
You can full view it on deviantart: http://fav.me/d7dle49
HUMPH HUMPH HUMPHREY
Another one of my giveaway drawings, this is for mcalhen-creations, it’s his character Ambrose!
I JUST WOKE UP
And I saw this~
Aww, he’s so cute! Thank you so much, Mattie! :D
Character questionnaire filled out twice! Once for Humphrey and another time for Irene, because apparently I find my characters’ parents interesting.
Stargazers’ Hill spoilerssss
Sorry, I know everyone wishes I’d forgotten about this/didn’t have time for it, but I still haven’t taken my meds and been knocked out, so I’m still unfortunately awake enough to continue being annoying.
4. Tell us about one of your first stories/characters!
It’s not the “first”, but throughout middle school and high school, I wrote about these teenagers growing up in Benton. Mostly, they revolved around a boy by the name of Jeff. I had some other characters that I played around with. I built a huge town out of them in my head.
There wasn’t much along the lines of plot, but it was great for escapism.