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Trifecta: Independence Day, part 2
Nov. 5th, 2014 02:19 pmI feel like I've lost my muse. Nothing I've written recently has moved me. (I'm in the middle of a dozen stories, but have finished nothing, which is why I haven't posted lately). I feel like the muse has been gone a while, but when I looked back over my summer posts, I enjoyed rereading the familiar stories I wrote the end of July/beginning of August, so it can't have fled too far. August was when I started working 40+ hours and copy editing Be My Queen, so perhaps my daughter's right when she said I'm just tired. But I don't want to be tired. I want to be myself again. I want to be someone who can complete a thought. I want to be able to sit down and enjoy a book too. So not happening.
The only thing I've been enthusiastic far in months was the last few days of my vacation when my daughter and her boyfriend had me help them with Halloween costumes. I made him a Jon Snow cloak and a leather tunic. He was Odin. My daughter was the woman who Irish soldiers saw washing their clothes if they were going to die in battle (it starts with an M, but she isn't here to ask). I made he a circle skirt out of a flannel top sheet and explained how to cut a shawl from a piece of knit fabric.
I heard a line that makes me want to write, only I haven't figured out what yet. Do you think I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?” (if I don't say where it's from it can't be counted a spoiler, can it?) I just love this line. Betrayal has always been a black mark. A line that can't be crossed and still keep a character lovable, but maybe not anymore: A young man who goes back to a place he left. Someone who tells who his lover is to save his own life. Two people promise to run away together, but one never shows. The possibilities are endless, but nothing's grabbed me yet.
Title: Trifecta
Chapter: Independence Day, part two
Status: WIP
Genre: Romance, Triple Slash, businessmen, jobs, friends, working
Length: 1 k
Summary: Kenneth keeps busy
Masterlist
The only thing I've been enthusiastic far in months was the last few days of my vacation when my daughter and her boyfriend had me help them with Halloween costumes. I made him a Jon Snow cloak and a leather tunic. He was Odin. My daughter was the woman who Irish soldiers saw washing their clothes if they were going to die in battle (it starts with an M, but she isn't here to ask). I made he a circle skirt out of a flannel top sheet and explained how to cut a shawl from a piece of knit fabric.
I heard a line that makes me want to write, only I haven't figured out what yet. Do you think I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?” (if I don't say where it's from it can't be counted a spoiler, can it?) I just love this line. Betrayal has always been a black mark. A line that can't be crossed and still keep a character lovable, but maybe not anymore: A young man who goes back to a place he left. Someone who tells who his lover is to save his own life. Two people promise to run away together, but one never shows. The possibilities are endless, but nothing's grabbed me yet.
Title: Trifecta
Chapter: Independence Day, part two
Status: WIP
Genre: Romance, Triple Slash, businessmen, jobs, friends, working
Length: 1 k
Summary: Kenneth keeps busy
Masterlist
Kenneth surveyed the street. Ty, Flannigan and one of Flannigan’s neighbors had carried workbenches into the street and were now arguing over how long the fuses needed to be between the fireworks. They did this every year, not just the setting up, but the disagreeing over what had happened the year before. Ty brought out his phone and the three watched a video.
( Where to? )
