I woke up from a dream this morning that i was this cyborg or android type character.  It felt a bit like a video game. She lept off a cliff, into a pool of water, and resurfaced to board a ship. She knew she was supposed to be on the ship, though she didn't know the crew. She went down to the Gally (I guess? mess hall? Break room) where several people were hanging out... A female mechanic, an young man(boy almost) and an older man and sat down. After a few minutes she stated "You all know me, don't you?"
They nodded, and said yes.

She nodded and returned to her thoughts. Her mind had skipped again. Her thoughts are a jumble of memories from different times, of differnt people.

In this form, she is very strong, mostly sivler, blue and green... water colors. Wearing a strapless body suit that has a scaley pattern. Her hair is long and silver, very straight.

She remembers other times, which have been lost to the current crew of her ship, this she knows. The technology that made her is long since gone. Much of the technology that made their ship is too. Though it is currently traveling along a large river, it is also an air ship with many rooms that defy explaination by the limited technology these people possess. 

The boy is an orphan, she remembers, brand new to the ship. picked up at the last port.

 15 mins as usual. dont' want to write anything in particular though. 
too tired. just know i need to keep in the habit.

so yeah. 

end of a long week. I currently work 4-10 at the local paper.  Worked hard during my pregnancy to prove my worth there... went on maternaty leave and stayed off work an extra month. But I proved to be valuable enough that they hired me back, with a schedule that works for ME. It's nice... but exhausting.

I have an exhausting child. Matty is a lover... but he's demanding. My mom watches him for about an hour everynight before my hubby gets home, and though me and my youngest brother were difficult babies, she's told me that Matty is more diffiucult that either of us... and she ran a day care... AND only has him for an hour a night! 

I lvoe him so much though... obviously. he's not too bad for me, though. He's just hard on everyone else who cares for him while mommy is at work. 

I'm glad we planned out things the way we did. I don't know of any daycares that would take him and care for him to my satisfaction. 

He won't even take a bottle anymore. He screams at his dad or grandma until I come home to feed him. Make working hard. I'd like to work an hour more each night... but the hours I work are his limit. 

It's frustrating, though... we reall y need the money to pay medical bills. Iv'e got to convince my hubby to cut some more expenses.. like our cell phones. 

egh. 

I'm tired. 

Life is exhausting. But rewarding. 

I need to sleep soon. I have to get up and start cooking early. the in-laws are coming over tomorrow.

Today I thought i'd just write something random, though I would like to finish working on that story i started in the last two posts. Not sure where i'm going, but i'll just let my mind drift...

Wind, wind blowing across a sea of grass... greens, tans, browns and yellows. A sky of icey pale blue. The wind bites at the skin, pulling at clothes, at times fiercely, and at others, playfully. A bank of clouds are churning in the distance, just over the bluffs. A haze obscures the sea which would normall melt into the sky in the same cold blue. 

My horse pulls a the reins in my hand. She wasnts to go home, it's cold and she's been out here long enough. I adjust the scarf over my wind chapped face, reluctant to turn away from the cloud bank i've watched form. Something is in the air today. Something dark, something brooding. 

Change... perhaps something as simple as the changes in the weather. It has been a soft winter until now. It was only a short time until it would come down on us with it's full icey force. I break off a few pieces of rosemary from the bush infront of me, shoving it in my pockets before turning to my mare and hiking my foot into the stirrup. She starts forward before I've even swung up all the way. She's in a canter before my rear even settles into the seat. It's such a bad habit, but today, I don't feel like diciplining her. It is awfully cold after all, and it was good of her to tolerate this ride afterall.

The rocking of her gate is soothing, though the wind bites at my face and hands more painfully now, I'm at peace. Her warm, round barrel below me is comfort. I feel as if one with the land, with the world... 

The barn soon looms ahead, the sheep, their heads down against the wind as they plod into the open doors. They are frightfully dumb creatures, but their instincts are good. They know what is coming. I wonder just how bad the storm will be. One things for sure. I'm making a hearty soup tonight, and warming up some cider. Nothing's better than some cider and a good hearty soup to sip at while whatching the storm raging though the window.

I've been writing on and off today. Mainly patching together one big fat flash back that I wrote earier so that it fits with the current story line. 

Despite my efforts, though, I'm still only about half through with the darned thing. At least I found a somewhat smooth way to segway into this uber long flashback. Now I just have to fill a bunch of holes. 

I think I'm clearer on on how I'm going to wrap up the story as well...  Might even jump ahead a bit so I can work out some concepts I have planned for next chunk. 

My official word count as of this moment in time is 26,187... though  a few of those are my notes. 

I hope I manage to get up to the 30k mark soon just so I can see progress. My word count seems to come up so slowly despite working away for hours at at time. (maybe thats because I spend so much time re-reading and acting scenes out in my head before getting anything written)

Anyway, will probably have a pretty big chunk posted as soon as i fill in those holes. 

It'll be under a friends lock, so you'll have to friend me to read them. If you friend me, I'll friend you back! ^_^

so i edited and revised all the privious 'firebrand' entries...and added on to the last entry...

the last few paragraphs need some help, but i'm going to move on anyway.

I'm up to about 14,500 words.

heh. i'll stop when i get to 50,000

that's my goal.

i just want to see if I can write something nanowrimo length.

screw quality


So while Firebrand has been looked over and revised, it's probably still crap.

*sigh* but i love it anyway.

i ran a spell check through my entire firebrand file just now...

wow. my grammar and spelling sure has gotten bad.

I think i need to do some revising and then maybe it won't be so painful to read.

i just know i don't finish things if I revise too much

i just want to write without over planning, over thinking... or stopping

i'm just a sloppy writer.

i'm a pretty messy artist too...

but that's okay.

revisions are fine.

*sigh*
Maybe i'll just do a bit of re-reading, maybe some minor touch ups, and then try writing again.

If you're going to read this, you're going to want to start with this post first:
http://dtwrite.livejournal.com/1992.html

( continued from Part 1 of the comic continuation )
NEXT ENTRY: http://dtwrite.livejournal.com/3984.html

Major spoilers, of course.
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other firebrand writing, mainly brainstorming. will use bits and pieces in final script: http://www.livejournal.com/users/studiodt/5976.html

okay. I've been working on getting Jaymon's description all fixed up for the weekly exchange... onething led to another, so now i've writtin out a long long outline of the history of Firebrand regarding the Medistral people, the region, Blagden, etc. I should also have a little map ready to go soon.

so here it is, saved here for my personal reference and anyone interested in looking at it.
( firebrand history )

This is the beginning of my new work on Firebrand, continued straight from the comic. So if it seems to start in the middle, that's why.

catch up on the story here: http://dtcharacters.deviantart.com/art/FIREBRAND-COVER-19872923
then jump right in! ^_^ 

1st Edit 4-5-08
 

Want to read more?
http://dtwrite.livejournal.com/3772.html

not really completely accurate

nariko and jaymon while they were both slaves.


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Bestey.
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This journal will be used to write FIREBRAND.
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