Writing my way out of a paper bag

I remember when the fires had reached the creek, and the power had been out for a week. Our food all packed in ekies - every petrol station has NO ICE NO PETROL signs at their front door. The sky was hazy all day, filtering out the sunlight. We had our evacuation bags packed and I was scared because my dad was going to stay behind to protect the house. Fortunately, we never had to leave, they got it under control just before we were in real danger.

In a funnier story, when the power goes out in Yeoval, the pump for the water doesn't work so no one can use the water!

I was going to start a few novel today, because Demon WIP was stalling like an ancient, ailing car. I got one page in before I realised I couldn't write the main character's voice. It just wasn't appealing. It had a good plot and a take on the vampire-power-system that I liked (that they operate partially in unreality, which is why they don't show up in reflections and why they're strong and fast, not having to deal with ordinary matter), but the main character's voice just didn't gel with me. It seemed fine in my head, but when I sat down, the way she narrated... I don't know. Cal's voice (from Demon WIP) freaked me out at the start, but I think that is because her POV is so socially alienated that it was strange to write from that perspective. I might give it another go tomorrow and see how it looks in the light of day.

Goodnight. :)

I'm not cut out for Early Childhood, although I enjoyed (most) my experiances on practicum (in retrospect). The highs included being proposed to by the five year old girl and the lows included being punched in the groin by a five year old boy. It was stressful though - I will be happy if I never have to man-handle another screaming, crying child who refuses to be picked up. I think tha 3-4 year old lack the self-control that my centres program required of them AND there were no clear boundaries. That's my 2nd yr teaching opinion. However, I honed guidence skills and had some ideas for my Dream Primary Classroom. I missed my Yeoval Home - where my parents live, not where I live and go to uni in Bathurst, which is bizarre. I was so happy to come home there though, walking in and feeling instantly less strung out.

Despite remaining well in the face of snotty, sick kids, I came home and promptly developed a mild fever, hypersensitivity to touch and light and generally caught the flu. This had also happened whenever I've come home from any other prac. It's like my immune system holds out for exactly as long as it has to. Is this some sort of biological imperative?

I'm going out tomorrow to play pool with a friend - I'm usually not into going out to clubs or pubs but I feel the need to get out and be social for a couple of hours. Weird for me!

Title: A Post-script to a Coda
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Spoilers: up to "Journey's End".
Sequel to A Coda to a Journey.
Beta: Thank you, persiflage_1for saving me from my wandering tenses and tone-deaf adolescents.


 

Title: A Coda to a Journey
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Spoilers: up to "Journey's End".