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I'm fairly impressed with myself. I am running a house of 7, plus menagerie and...
Writing a LOT.
Mortal Queen is terrible fun, and it's practically writing itself--usually I don't sympathise with that term, and I still feel the work of coming up with the scenes, but I'm having them come to me before I sit down to the page. Today I racked up four pages, even having been out of the house for the afternoon, as well as cooking for a family.
I have to share this part with you:
PS
Inuyasha Episode 66 notable for:
Sesshomaru Eyebrow Action!
...yaaa, kawaiiii.
Writing a LOT.
Mortal Queen is terrible fun, and it's practically writing itself--usually I don't sympathise with that term, and I still feel the work of coming up with the scenes, but I'm having them come to me before I sit down to the page. Today I racked up four pages, even having been out of the house for the afternoon, as well as cooking for a family.
I have to share this part with you:
[it looks long, but it's all dialogue, I promise]
I was trying to revise my term paper for the sociology course, on traditional hierarchy systems in application of social services (I got too creative about these anthro-related topics, and ended up with overly ambitious premises) when I saw Sorovyn next. A pounding at my door made me jump up, and he darted in, slamming it behind him, out of my hand.
"Whoa. What's up?"
He rolled his shoulders back and didn't answer my question.
"Sorry. I'm too hot to keep this on, apologies for being sweaty..."
He unzipped the ski-jacket to reveal he was wearing only a damp wife-beater underneath. He went to the window as if something was going on outside. The tank-back showed off his sholders, which were square and too wide for a guy his height. It was not a hardship to hang out with him, despite the oddities, that's for sure.
"I was playing tennis with one of my guards and sent him to get the car. I think I'm going to have to drag them everywhere, now. Coming out of the gym I was ambushed by a Dreadly."
"Dreadly?"
"A mythical monster of the Shere. Dredged up by my cousins's supporters, no doubt."
"What?" I looked at him closely. "You were shorter when you walked in and now you're glowing. What is up with you, Sorovyn?"
I couldn't hide that I was getting ticked off, and didn't want to. There was ambient light radiating from his back, even where his black shirt was so it couldn't be reflecting from the overhead light. Wisps of flame were running over his fingers as they rested on the window-sill.
A breath burst out of him in a laugh. "I'm changing size?" he asked. "That's interesting."
"What is up with you, Sorovyn?" I demanded, not in a mood to be laughed at.
"Magic," he said, and turned away from the window, smiling slightly. "When in your world, Shere can do magic, because they bring an element of chaos, not belonging."
He beckoned and a textbook of mine flew off my desk, and stopped to hover just in fron to fhis hand. he took it out of the air and brough tit back to me. No doubt I looked horror-stricken. He gently laid it down, then said, "I did disappear into the tree--it's a less public way of getting home. Forgive me?"
"Gee--z," I sighed. "So your cousin's dragging otherworld mosters here? Has he read no fairy tales?"
"Dreadlies don't exist in the world of the Shere. My unwilling subject has used his magic to create it here and harass me with it."
"What rule is he trying to get you to break by doing that?"
Sorovyn gave a full laugh then, and sat crosslegged in the middle of the floor.
"You are too quick--you see why I struggle with what to tell you, when? Michelle was much less inquisitive."
"I'm a problem-child? I always get that for being too fast to ask questions."
"No, no. Mortal Queen, you are merely a worthy friend while I am still trying to be polite acquaintance. As for the rule, it may be he was trying to drive me to cross a threshold uninvited. I hadn't thought about it. I was just furious and afraid I'd been optimistic when I told you I was in no danger."
"Didn't you realize that it is important I know you live in an alternate world to find you a girl who can deal wit that? Or were you planning that no one ever find out? Am I now a danger to your kingship, too?"
"No--I didn't think about that much. I will be the one to tell them. I wasn't sure you had to be involved there. Besides. You always pin me down eventually, don't you? When you didn't figure out why I could disappear or get smaller when I was scared you'd question me down. I'm glad it was now, though. You can help me."
"What else have I been doing?"
"Interrogatin me? I'm glad because now they're starting to use magic you will need to be on your guard, too." He stared at his hand, palm up. Though he was fair and clearly not a manual laborer, it was obvious, too, he was strong, that if he'd been running it was because he needed space to think about his return attack. I'm not wure what gave that impression, because his surface expression was calm, almost as if he was day-dreaming. "I'm not sure what to do about this," he murmured. "They should not be using obvious magic, but it didn't seem to affect anyone but me."
"I'm gathering that it's the one cousin with all the heat on you? Is there a reason he shouldn't be king?"
His hand snapped closed.
"That," he said evenly, "is not a question to be asking me right now."
"I'm just wondering if it's worth your trouble. Give me a reason to sell a friend's soul to you, Soro."
"Sell your friends soul to me?"
He was simmering--I was expecting flames to dance out from his knuckles any moment so I changed tack.
"Sorrow...is that your name's root, really? You were named Sorrow-vyn?"
"Sorrow-vine. Yes. I told you, 'born out of grief' right? From the vine of sorrow, a son. Very scriptural sound, good for a prince. Weighty."
"Do you mind if someone calls you Sorrow?"
"No. My parents called me that sometimes. Sorrow is part of life and in my name one presumes good came out of it. A Shere attitude, I know."
"You have to give me a reason to work so hard to keep you safe and find you a wife, though. You can come up with one later, but I want you to know I need one."
He had got out his phone, and was scanning through something. He began punching something in and said, "Gotcha. I'll let you get back to your paper. What's it on?"
"Traditional hierarchical systems applied to organizing modern structures."
"Brazen tha wyl..."
"And that means?"
"Cheeky beggar. See you later, Tara."
He glanced at the window and went out the door, eyes on his cellphone's screen.
I wished I'd managed to ask what a Dreadly looked like. Something that had Sorovyn running for his life was not something I wanted to miss coming.
I was trying to revise my term paper for the sociology course, on traditional hierarchy systems in application of social services (I got too creative about these anthro-related topics, and ended up with overly ambitious premises) when I saw Sorovyn next. A pounding at my door made me jump up, and he darted in, slamming it behind him, out of my hand.
"Whoa. What's up?"
He rolled his shoulders back and didn't answer my question.
"Sorry. I'm too hot to keep this on, apologies for being sweaty..."
He unzipped the ski-jacket to reveal he was wearing only a damp wife-beater underneath. He went to the window as if something was going on outside. The tank-back showed off his sholders, which were square and too wide for a guy his height. It was not a hardship to hang out with him, despite the oddities, that's for sure.
"I was playing tennis with one of my guards and sent him to get the car. I think I'm going to have to drag them everywhere, now. Coming out of the gym I was ambushed by a Dreadly."
"Dreadly?"
"A mythical monster of the Shere. Dredged up by my cousins's supporters, no doubt."
"What?" I looked at him closely. "You were shorter when you walked in and now you're glowing. What is up with you, Sorovyn?"
I couldn't hide that I was getting ticked off, and didn't want to. There was ambient light radiating from his back, even where his black shirt was so it couldn't be reflecting from the overhead light. Wisps of flame were running over his fingers as they rested on the window-sill.
A breath burst out of him in a laugh. "I'm changing size?" he asked. "That's interesting."
"What is up with you, Sorovyn?" I demanded, not in a mood to be laughed at.
"Magic," he said, and turned away from the window, smiling slightly. "When in your world, Shere can do magic, because they bring an element of chaos, not belonging."
He beckoned and a textbook of mine flew off my desk, and stopped to hover just in fron to fhis hand. he took it out of the air and brough tit back to me. No doubt I looked horror-stricken. He gently laid it down, then said, "I did disappear into the tree--it's a less public way of getting home. Forgive me?"
"Gee--z," I sighed. "So your cousin's dragging otherworld mosters here? Has he read no fairy tales?"
"Dreadlies don't exist in the world of the Shere. My unwilling subject has used his magic to create it here and harass me with it."
"What rule is he trying to get you to break by doing that?"
Sorovyn gave a full laugh then, and sat crosslegged in the middle of the floor.
"You are too quick--you see why I struggle with what to tell you, when? Michelle was much less inquisitive."
"I'm a problem-child? I always get that for being too fast to ask questions."
"No, no. Mortal Queen, you are merely a worthy friend while I am still trying to be polite acquaintance. As for the rule, it may be he was trying to drive me to cross a threshold uninvited. I hadn't thought about it. I was just furious and afraid I'd been optimistic when I told you I was in no danger."
"Didn't you realize that it is important I know you live in an alternate world to find you a girl who can deal wit that? Or were you planning that no one ever find out? Am I now a danger to your kingship, too?"
"No--I didn't think about that much. I will be the one to tell them. I wasn't sure you had to be involved there. Besides. You always pin me down eventually, don't you? When you didn't figure out why I could disappear or get smaller when I was scared you'd question me down. I'm glad it was now, though. You can help me."
"What else have I been doing?"
"Interrogatin me? I'm glad because now they're starting to use magic you will need to be on your guard, too." He stared at his hand, palm up. Though he was fair and clearly not a manual laborer, it was obvious, too, he was strong, that if he'd been running it was because he needed space to think about his return attack. I'm not wure what gave that impression, because his surface expression was calm, almost as if he was day-dreaming. "I'm not sure what to do about this," he murmured. "They should not be using obvious magic, but it didn't seem to affect anyone but me."
"I'm gathering that it's the one cousin with all the heat on you? Is there a reason he shouldn't be king?"
His hand snapped closed.
"That," he said evenly, "is not a question to be asking me right now."
"I'm just wondering if it's worth your trouble. Give me a reason to sell a friend's soul to you, Soro."
"Sell your friends soul to me?"
He was simmering--I was expecting flames to dance out from his knuckles any moment so I changed tack.
"Sorrow...is that your name's root, really? You were named Sorrow-vyn?"
"Sorrow-vine. Yes. I told you, 'born out of grief' right? From the vine of sorrow, a son. Very scriptural sound, good for a prince. Weighty."
"Do you mind if someone calls you Sorrow?"
"No. My parents called me that sometimes. Sorrow is part of life and in my name one presumes good came out of it. A Shere attitude, I know."
"You have to give me a reason to work so hard to keep you safe and find you a wife, though. You can come up with one later, but I want you to know I need one."
He had got out his phone, and was scanning through something. He began punching something in and said, "Gotcha. I'll let you get back to your paper. What's it on?"
"Traditional hierarchical systems applied to organizing modern structures."
"Brazen tha wyl..."
"And that means?"
"Cheeky beggar. See you later, Tara."
He glanced at the window and went out the door, eyes on his cellphone's screen.
I wished I'd managed to ask what a Dreadly looked like. Something that had Sorovyn running for his life was not something I wanted to miss coming.
PS
Inuyasha Episode 66 notable for:
Sesshomaru Eyebrow Action!
...yaaa, kawaiiii.
