One Step Forward...
Nov. 26th, 2019 10:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolfendreamsTwo steps back. At least, that's what it feels like regarding dealing with my grandparents' estate. Trying to find certain documents is like looking for a Hobbit's needle in a giant's haystack. Found someone who was supposedly in charge of the documents, only to find they were disbarred and no one actually knows where they are. Joy.
Nice things today - a opossum (one of the 14 who randomly come by) decided to join the outside cats at supper time. Put an extra bowl out for him/her. Don't mind opossums - they can't get rabies and eat ticks. Nobody's gotten any ticks with all the opossums that pass through all summer!
Now if only the dogs outside would get used to the deer that come wandering through. So. much. barking!
Supposed to go out to eat tomorrow. Hope we actually get to.
I have so many stories to work on - my main ones are one high fantasy and two horror. Am I the only one who seems to have all these folks living in their heads? I even see them sometimes, pacing about as they tell me what I'm supposed to write and sometimes flat-out argue with me about whether or not they are going to do something.
I'm trying to decide how to approach something in one of the stories. Applachian folk magic. I've hard it called mountain magic, hoodoo, and conjure. I don't want to be offensive in any way regarding it, but aside from somehow getting in touch with an actual Granny who practices it and convincing them to tell me anything, the internet is my best friend and we all know how reliable that is. So hopefully I can learn enough to not be a jerk by accident.
Another story I'm researching genetics and gene splicing. Trying to learn enough to make it seem like I know something but I'm sure that when/if it ever gets published, should an actual scientist read it, they'll probably be utterly horrified.
I seem to have a recurring theme lately in my writing - mirrors. They keep showing up, in some way. Big or small, they are there. I'm working on a series of short stories all revolving around mirrors. I don't particularly like mirrors - I used to be afraid of them. Now here they are, popping up in everything.
A dear friend had a birthday last month. I made her a folk art style painting and wrote a poem for her, the first one I've written in years. She was completely and utterly thrilled, but she's the kind who loves things that are handmade more than store bought. And she knows the effort that goes into writing and painting. Maybe I'll post it.
Nice things today - a opossum (one of the 14 who randomly come by) decided to join the outside cats at supper time. Put an extra bowl out for him/her. Don't mind opossums - they can't get rabies and eat ticks. Nobody's gotten any ticks with all the opossums that pass through all summer!
Now if only the dogs outside would get used to the deer that come wandering through. So. much. barking!
Supposed to go out to eat tomorrow. Hope we actually get to.
I have so many stories to work on - my main ones are one high fantasy and two horror. Am I the only one who seems to have all these folks living in their heads? I even see them sometimes, pacing about as they tell me what I'm supposed to write and sometimes flat-out argue with me about whether or not they are going to do something.
I'm trying to decide how to approach something in one of the stories. Applachian folk magic. I've hard it called mountain magic, hoodoo, and conjure. I don't want to be offensive in any way regarding it, but aside from somehow getting in touch with an actual Granny who practices it and convincing them to tell me anything, the internet is my best friend and we all know how reliable that is. So hopefully I can learn enough to not be a jerk by accident.
Another story I'm researching genetics and gene splicing. Trying to learn enough to make it seem like I know something but I'm sure that when/if it ever gets published, should an actual scientist read it, they'll probably be utterly horrified.
I seem to have a recurring theme lately in my writing - mirrors. They keep showing up, in some way. Big or small, they are there. I'm working on a series of short stories all revolving around mirrors. I don't particularly like mirrors - I used to be afraid of them. Now here they are, popping up in everything.
A dear friend had a birthday last month. I made her a folk art style painting and wrote a poem for her, the first one I've written in years. She was completely and utterly thrilled, but she's the kind who loves things that are handmade more than store bought. And she knows the effort that goes into writing and painting. Maybe I'll post it.
