This is the part where I crack my knuckles and tilt my head from side to side to work out the kinks in my neck, right?
Oh well.
I guess saying I've been busy is a little bit of an understatement but I'll go with it:
I've been busy.
Recently, the new Florence + the Machine album has inspired me to write for National Novel Writing Month. The last album that was released, Lungs, stirred me in a way, the combination of dainty harps and thunderous drums creating images of wailing, wind-blown witches in the dead of night.
In any case, I've got the idea to craft a story around a girl and her musical machine. In my mind, the girl is relatively young and hasn't much in the area of intimidation; that resides with the monstrous machine that follows her around. It just travels by her side, rumbling along on large wheels.
That's all I have so far-- a girl and her machine, wandering aimlessly. I haven't decided if I want another character to tell the story or if it should just be an omniscient voice. I think I want the girl to be, for the most part, mute unless she's singing. Her voice affects people in different ways depending on her intent but all who hear it can agree that it's a thing of wonder. Combined with her music-making contraption and you've got an unstoppable force that can obliterate a foolish antagonist or, as it's rumored, resurrect the fallen.
I'm running away with things now...
...but maybe that's a good thing.
Anyway, finding time to write will be a definite hurdle, right up there with sitting down and committing to writing and not allowing myself to stop. With that, another small chunk of it'll be reading motivational books for writers filled with exercises and reasoning that'll hopefully get me going.
Agh. My eyes... they're filled with tears from yawning so much. Obviously a sign for bed.
