I need an exorcism

After I wake up but before I get out of bed and as I’m falling asleep and while I’m on my walk or really doing anything that takes time but not brain power, I make up stories. I’ll grab a radio item about child soldiers and an interview with an author who mother took her to Africa when she worked as an aid worker and mercy killing (all of which may have been sitting in my brain for years) and connect them into the story of a boy whose mother takes him along when she goes to help former child soldiers and he meets a boy about his age, known to the other former child soldiers as the Angle of Death because it was his job to mercy kill the children who weren’t going to make it before the adults came to save them.

Or on a lighter note, in worlds where Destiny reigns, can she be cheated? Say a boy finds out he will father a Child of Destiny, so he and his friend concoct a plan for him to father a child with his brother’s girlfriend, so everyone including the child’s parents think he is theirs. Then he and his friend go traveling. He is careful not to pay much attention to any women, because either they’ll end up dead or used by his enemies in their quest to choose the Mother of the Child of Destiny.

Or even: Just because you are destined for something doesn’t mean you have to give in immediately. Add Romanesque gods, Sanskrit names, and a land of endless early summer and I had Vision, or a Thousand Years in Paradise

( Demon, begone! )

I don’t want to think about this. I don’t want it to color my stories. Maybe one or two a years because I can’t help having lived through it, but I’d rather think about a guy who looks up the young man his wife had a one-night-stand with (and got pregnant by) and instead of beating him up or ruining him in some way decides at the spur of the moment to seduce him. Over the next few months, he convinces the young man to follow his dreams, saying that he’s patient, he’ll still be here when the guy is a world renowned [whatever]. Although he refuses to fall for the guy, he can’t help but like him. Years later, the guy is back in town and Main invites him to a park to see the little one who is legally Main’s and biologically the other guy’s. (The story would be entirely set at the park)

Or finish the story that will merge with Harmonies in a few more chapters about how Diemen juggles an upcoming big date and unexpected children.

Or work some more on Harmonies. Hunter has a secret fear that wraps into the child abuse thing, but from a different angle. This arc was something I’d thought of before the Penn State scandal broke. It was my one or two a year.

I hope this post exorcises this demon, because I really need a large dose of plunny fluff (or to let the plunny fluff I do have rise to the surface), even if the plunnies never get written down.

Book Reviews

Don't trim your hair when disturbing stuff is on the radio. I'll have to wait weeks before my hair is symmetrical again. 


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The next book I read, rather than listen to, will be Snuff by Terry Pratchett. My husband read it first, then my older son, now it's my turn, then my daughter's. I've got to finish it quickly if she's going to get it read before we have to turn it in.