Song mood: In the Meantime by Spacehog. If I think upon that song, maybe the cycle shifts and I am on a level playing field. Whatever that means.
I did some brainstorming last night for the next story. I will have to do some more. I have an idea of what I want to write for the second story. I’m also thinking of starting off with a short story. Of a battle between the Dark Prince and the Traveler. Where the Traveler defeats the Dark Prince and in the process traps himself. And in this set of ideas, I need to figure out how Milo will defeat the Dark Prince.
I was thinking, and will probably do something like this: Milo makes ‘salt boxes,’ the things that the Dark Pince uses to regenerate himself with, that has 10% iron. The iron prevents the new incarnation of the Dark Prince from being able to use magic. Therefore he lives his life out as a normal person.
I really don’t know why faeries don’t like iron, or why they can’t do magic when they come across iron. Which is why I don’t want to use that to end the series with. But then I cannot think of anything else. Maybe things will change by time I reach the seventh book.
I’m halfway through The Sandman, I know it’s an audio play that is to replicate a radio play. I know it’s based off the comics I didn’t read. I have mixed feelings about this audio production. On the one hand I love Neil Gaiman, love listening to him and his books. There are parts I’m not excited about and some parts that I am.
I think they took the comic book script and then tweaked it. That’s my opinion. Comic book scripts aren’t that exciting, I would think. They just tell the artist what to draw and what dialogue to put in. It isn’t like prose. When the story picks up and feels like prose, then it is interesting. But what can I say, radio plays are fun to listen to.
I think I will do some brain storming over the next few days. Not just the next book, but a few others also. So that I get in the habit of writing continuously.
I need to challenge someone, or a few people on the October story. Maybe I should take the time to write out the story I started last Christmas. I did the first 500 words. It’s about a guy who goes to London to take pictures of ghosts. If I can get other people in this challenge, then I will need to get someone to judge as well.
My dream encounter. I am at the library. I make it look like I am pondering something when I’m too tired to think. Then the woman of my dreams taps me on the shoulder and says, ‘have we met?’ I say, ‘yeah, I think we have.’ Because we did, an eternity ago. I get past the part of me that felt a little hurt and say, ‘how are you doing?’ We get into this conversation and I just follow where the conversation leads me. Then as the conversation ends, or is coming close to an end I say, ‘I know this is a little forward, but what you like to do a pizza picknick with me? I know a few good lakes and a couple of pizza places.’ And then, regardless of the outcome, I feel happy about myself for asking.
I know tomorrow that I will work, walk around the lake. Do some brainstorming. Possibly do the zoom meeting with other writers.
I’m thinking I should plan out my birthday week. I’m probably going to have awesome coffee. I’ll order some fancy pizza. And I’ll read my birthday book: Harrow the Ninth. I’m not going to do any serious traveling. The less I spend now makes my next big adventure that much better.