I have a misbehaving plot bunny. It arrived all enthusiastic with a NaNoWriMo 2008 t-shirt on, and now it’s just loafing around and not contributing to anything. I have a great bad guy with a cool back story and an actor lined up to play him (David Anders from Heroes), but my main character is all blah. I need a morning in a coffee shop with my notebook (the paper kind, not the MacBook kind) and a caramel latte to pin this one down. It’s about time travel, and time travel stories usually irritate me to read, let alone write. I want this story to align with what I believe is possible about time travel, and I’m picky.
We went to a test drive event at the weekend with 17 car lines to play with. I drove a Saturn Vue Hybrid (virtuous but bland), Hubby took out a Mustang (nice growly engine but cramped inside), and we both drove the gorgeous Mazda RX-8 (rotary engine LOVE!). Also sat in a honking great GMC quad cab truck (WAY too big for me to drive), and a Smart Car ForTwo (horrible). Got in my Mazda3 on Monday morning marvelling at the copious legroom, the capacious cargo space, and the great acceleration. I am driving exactly the right car. But if someone wants to give me a Mazda RX-8, I’d like it in red, thanks!
The Post-NaNo writing group has one last meeting before November’s novel writing madness, and my story is four scenes short. I know exactly what goes in those scenes and I like the story, it just needs the actual writing, which is the least fun part of being a writer. The most fun part is having written the thing and thinking "Good, that’s done, I don’t have to do that again" which lasts all of five minutes until the next idea pounces on you and demands a story to play in, or a new scene, or a whole new character and a completely different direction.
My current spinning is not inspiring me. The hand-carded Polwarth and the pin-drafted Cormo will become Navajo-plied mini-skeins to make way for something else on the wheel. Probably the Gales Art black BFL I got from The Loopy Ewe. The huge fibre box in the back bedroom is alarmingly full; I need to spin from the fibre stash for about a year to clear space. I also need to get a tetanus shot because it’s been at least a decade and my flick-carder has sharp teeth. I already stabbed myself in the thumb with it.