Apartment stuff and the Girlfriend Geas

( Two LJ-cuts in one lifetime? )

Despite the fact that I've seemingly lost all writing ability, as demonstrated by this poorly-constructed post that I don't think I could make more interesting or snappy or into a 57 Chevy Belair, drinks with McArcus at least did inspire me to expand my idea of hounds in the Dead Letters (yes, this is an album title, it's very working title). He wants to draw a comic that will feature him as an angel and I'll be in it as well, as a creature of the Wild with a dimensional pocket ability, where I can reach into a pocket and pull out...who knows what. At one point it'll be a plasma rifle, but it's rather unpredictable apparently.

In this conversation, I've come to the conclusion that part of why this story is so hard to write is because none of the characters are acters. They're all waiting, and I need one to make them act. I've introduced the idea that another character, a hound, is hunting two of the three, but it'll be a lot more useful if I turn that to a human (or at least a humanoid) rather than keeping it as a sort of vague "thing". Then at least I can have the great fits of exposition I'm prone to while keeping some sort of plot moving.

Unfortunately, I don't want to rewrite "American Gods", but it makes a lot of sense to make the hound into a computer program of some type, since the other three main chars at this point are Aidan, from Riding Horse, an angel and a demon who are on earth to deal with Aidan - they're refugees of a sort from the war in heaven. So having the human/angel/demon/computer program juxtaposition would be very good and very cool, but it's way too "American Gods."

Unless of course I can file off the serial numbers and make it look like a different thing entirely.

*sighs* The downside is that it might entail an essential rewrite of the written bits. But at least it's not an editing rewrite. It's a "I changed the plot" rewrite, and those are, of course, acceptable.

Mur. Off to finish That Damn Book for proofing, find my fingers, which are about to fall off in the cold, and go apply for an apartment. Happily, I've got a lot of things I needed to do out of the way, and I can devote the evening to writing.

*whees about*

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Hands up if you could ever introduce yourself to a group of males about your same age who drew a blank when you told them the general area you lived in and they looked like no one was home in their heads.

Hands still up if you could then tell them your next door neighbour's name and not only did they know where you lived, they'd been right next door at some point.

Double-bonus-chocolate-covered points if you actually told them "Oh, you were one of the guys running across the backyard when her mother came home."

Yeah. These are the things that made me the fine upstanding citizen I now am.