Folklore-Dorkery

The fey have names. The fey have names. Thefeyhavenames!

It's an exciting moment. I'm finally getting to a major plot point--the characters have been almost as lethargic as I have, and the names were a big deal. I even managed to sneak a bit of Celtic-mythology-dorkery into the Queen's name of "Ainestacia"--Aine being the Celtic queen of the fairies. Ahe, faeries. She'd smack me for getting it wrong.

But now I need to write my proposal for the Dean and hope to whatever diety is watching that it gets approved. Because otherwise, this was 200 pages of work for pretty much nothing but my own masochistic amusement. As long as I focus more on style and less on plot, I should be fine, but here's to hoping anyway.

Sebastian had just get off his happy ass, walk through the door, and into faerie court so I can beat on him a little more. MRG.

And to think I was going to get such a massive amount of homework done this weekend... I still need to read three books and get a seven-page essay on The Jungle Book written. Wish me luck?

Let's see how far down it goes

The thesis is behind schedule, and it's annoying the living hell out of me. Apparently the moment anyone brings reporters into fiction, they slow everything down. Jargony bastards. And you'd think I'd have it down, since I'm in journalism. Of course, assumptions have been getting me nowhere thus far. And I need character motivations done for my thesis advisior by Monday. So hopefully I'll get some of the stuff on Nocturnal Melee updated so that it's not information from the first draft 10 years ago. Ha.

Anyway, I'm back to the Alice-esque rabbit hole. And this could prove to be fun. We get to meet the faeries, and the Fey get to be Switzerland. It should be grand.

My plan is to have that done by the weekend. Here's to hoping, right?

And there's another crank thrown in: I'll be away this weekend. AGAIN. First it was Forks, then Ashland, and now Seattle. I've been all over the damn place this semester, it's surreal.

But I get to go see Neil Gaiman, and I'm stoked, and NOTHING (and when I say it, I mean it) could dampen the exhilaration at the moment. Friday cannot come soon enough, oh Gods. The fangirl in me could die a rather happy death come Friday evening (save its anger at no San Diego Con yet...). Haha.

So, writing. And then the dinner party for Shawn. And then more writing. Dilligence?