sing
Currently playing on my internal soundtrack: Werewolves of London, Flame Trees and Mickey.
A somewhat strange list and the last is definitely thanks to JC and the nano babble filling my inbox. It’s a lot of fun to meddle with 3 – no, 4 now – books in progress.
wept & crocodile
Some of the best fun for a writer is naming things. Not characters; when the character turns up before the name … grrrr. But things like shoe designers or lipsticks I can really enjoy and Wept & Crocodile’s range is particularly potent. They operate out of Pandora’s Edge, are opening a boutique a few cities away from Siren’s Gate (don’t know why not SG) and are under contract for the Nichtthane Council of Wolf Hollow which means they’re responsible for creating a full pallete of lipsticks and nail polishes for each Nighty-night type.
So my petite Scarlet paints her lips with Ten Good Reasons, Sailor’s Warning, Demon Delight, On the Dancefloor and Kiss Me Slow. Hmmm. Looking over the list I can see her sidestory, the one that’s only hinted at during WH1 and had better develop in WH2.
That’s Scarlet by Jason Jeffery.
perspective
Something that tends to wobble while reading an 82 000 word manuscript you half remember. Figuring out how to smooth the transistions from one chapter to the next when most of the 30 were written as solo stories and out of sequence is an interesting experience. Oh, yes, indeed. Even more interesting when the thing is written in the present tense which when you’re in the mood, flows really well but other times requires some adjusting.
sparklies
Hard to hide my gleeful grin… I have the cover for Vino and I love it:
It looks a lot better big, of course. Garrick, the librarian trying to decode a ghost text of a book, is from the Secret Life of Librarians project which I must get back to, maybe over the christmas break.
hallowed
My goth senior citizens came to visit today, Marabelle & Sinclair. Normally they take turns being outrageously eccentic but in honour of Halloween they cooperated to serve a higher power… payback. Yes, they went trick or treating. Not a concept I really understand especially when I see the local kiddies dressed up as witches or Horrible Harry. I mean, what?
M&S are turning out to be useful characters as well as bad influences, foreshadowing what I’m going to be like in my sixties. Not that much different, really. This appearance will be my entry in the Sugar High multigroup challenge which I wasn’t planning on partcipating in except in an auxillary capacity until low participation rate + prize money = why not? Bubble is a strange environment as far as writing goes and believe me, after judging The City I should be entering every damn writing comp I can and to hell with the credibility factor (that’s what aliases are for!).
hope
Available in 6×3x6cm blocks from Hidden Valley Handcrafts.
All too often handmade soaps trigger my sneeze reflex, but Hope Soap, brought back from Broome WA by my parents, sent me searching for the best place to stash the block to make the most of the fragrance:
with warm and feminine pure essential oils of rose geranium, orange, clary sage and vetiver
The orange would spike my interest. And vetiver is in my second favourite perfume. I suppose I’d better put this soap (to raise funds for Dr Veronica James’ exciting research into early breast cancer diagnosis) in the bathroom instead of my sock drawer.
the glitters
Take a large open space, a small dark-phobic population, a blood trail, approaching night, and what do you get?
Vampires!
Ah, no. Not exactly. It’s all thanks to my cat peddler who heard a certain Katarr warrior was interested in obtaining feline domesticus for the love of his life… so meet Mod, Dezi and Blaze, named in honour of a woman who could wipe the floor with Mr Bond.
