The thing I dislike most about Sundays is that it’s the end of the weekend and the beginning of the week.
Woke up with characters chattering in my head. Two actually. A young just-out-of-high-school girl and her older college girlfriend. Sheba and Cara. That’s what they told me their names were. They were chatting in my coffee house. So I’m thinking this could be the next installment of my Coffe House Series. I need to go get it all written up before I forget it.
Now I’m starving so I’m going to go scare up some breakfast. And then it’s off to the grocery store and back to laundry
:wall: I hate laundry.
And I hate going to the grocery store!
Yep, I know what you mean about the voices in your head when you wake up. In my instance it’s more like a band in my head. One with an over zealous sax player… I hate that guy… He induces unspeakable pain to the centre of my cortex. At any rate, I was thinking about the sci-fi bit you mentioned regarding get-away penguins. I agree with that, penguins would fit in better with sci-fi.
Ok, I know that, the piece you wrote is supposed to be a medieval romantic story, I think. But, please don’t forfeit the sci-fi twist you can add to it. I mean, come on, the possibilities are endless. For one, you might want to consider getting ol’ Hagan’s horse onto some special diet, let’s say a type of high energized oat bran type of horse food. Something exotic, which ol’ Hagan picked up from some or other wizard who lives in some or other extremely remote region of your universe, i.e. the one that envelops your book. We won’t go into too much detail regarding what ol’ Hagan had to give/do in order to get his grubby beefy paws on this stuff. On the other hand, if you want to; you can let your imagination run wild, at least it gives you an extra opportunity to work on ol’ Hagan’s personality. For example, he might find it acceptable to perform devious sexual favors for the wizard, or you might want him to actually fight the old bastard and strangle the damn oatmeal out of him, or even better, you might let ol’ Hagan outwit the old sod – that way you build at least a bit of intelligence into the big brawly beefy Tom Select moustache hero. Hey, it’s all up to you; I’m just flapping around here, bouncing ideas off you. So, with this high octane oatmeal bran type of horse food ol’ Hagan can transform his horse into a real war-charger, you know? The type of horse which really responds when you kick your heals into the creature. We are talking performance here, high octane, high torque, high revs, the type of performance, which will leave ol’ Fyren in the dirt, literally, and push lady Chatterley straight into ol’ Hagan’s beefy chest, almost to the extend of smothering her in the brawn if he doesn’t ruddy-how pull back on the horse’s throttle. Yeah man! That type of performance we are talking about. The horse would need some specially fitted horseshoes however, preferably a branded type. One again, anything can go, Nike, Addidas, hey even Reebok. Although, I would side with Nike, more ‘swooshy’.
Back to ol’ Fyren, I like that name, and it fits the character well (I assume his the main villain?), the name goes well with ‘fiend’, ‘foe’, ‘f*ck-f*ce’ to name only a few. Ol’ Fyren he’s one of those characters you love to hate. Well at least that’s what he is to me. I might be messing up your whole train of thought here; too much Terry Pratchert really messes one up. Later on you struggle to keep a straight face, it’s as if another entity takes hold of your brain’s debating chambers and causes a dozen emotions to all at once grab hold of your cortextual network, and before long, you’re in another universe, or something like that. At any rate, I’m still wondering what happened to the lady Chatterley’s damn Pendant?