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Starting last night, I got a bit annoyed at how much I was ruining the meter in a poem I had been working on (about the Whore of Babylon), and went back to working on the novel. I finished off a chapter in which Cain and Evelyn are forced to interact civilly (albeit extremely awkwardly) when put into a bit of a crisis situation. It was a lot of fun to write, given their history of not getting along very well and knowing what I'm planning to do with them (they become closer friends, then he betrays both Evelyn and Sera, and in the process murders Evelyn.). Once I finished that one up, I was able to move on to the next chapter, at which point I had this amazing idea that Dr. Alicia Quick, a minor character whom I was only going to use for maybe six pages tops, would be absolutely perfect to later use as the fake prostitute who works with Cain as a spy. It was such an exciting, awesome realization, and now I'm having a great time starting to flesh out her character and personality. (She's going to be a total dork.) I love when connections that should have been obvious from the start (but I missed somehow) just sort of jump out and become perfect.

I agree with that SugarRos and welcome Vita!!

Yesterday was an absolutely horrible day.

My dad's house got robbed. Nobody was hurt, luckily, not even the cat. However, they took practically all of the electronics, money, and various other small semi-valuable things (watches, etc), and now the whole house is torn apart with things thrown everywhere. So now I'm freaked out in general. Plus, in terms of writing, I had a document full of poems saved on the computer at his house, dammit. Eeep.

My brain is so frazzled, so forgive the, well, frazzled nature of this post.

I hate college apps and application essays and supplement essays. Except that's completely not true because most of these are actually fun to write and I'm twisting them around in the weirdest ways; I still don't want to have to do them though, and I hate how I'm not getting much else done in terms of writing.

I want to just be able to sit down and rant to someone about this story, but I want it to be someone who has actually read it and can be helpful because if I just start going, "Well, Cain was going to blahblahblah," people will just react with a "Wait, who's Cain? I'll just nod." But even if I can rant to someone who has read it, I know I'll start rambling about things I'm planning and they'll still be so confused. I wish brains were like radios and we could just tune into the right frequency and hear what people were thinking at us, because it would make conversations like this a lot easier.

So in the interest of rambling, I figured out how to transition from Cain, Sera, and Evelyn just chilling in Cain's apartment a lot to being on the run, but that's going to involve this crazy invisible guy. He's not so much invisible as not fully on this plane, because he can kind of slip between them, but obviously not full-out travel with the connectors destroyed. Maybe a long time ago people with his defect could've traveled, without the gates. He's from the same plane as electricity-girl (who appeared briefly in chapter one, then again for a minute in four), whom I think I'm naming Nina; they've all got screwy DNA over there. The only problem is how to get Mike to know about invisi-man (who is still nameless) if nobody can, y'know, actually see him most of the time. (He can be fully visible, but usually chooses not to be. Even when he is, he's like... shimmery.) I don't even know if this'll end up making sense.

Frazzle happens to the best of us. You're surviving and not going crazy.

Ahaha, I talk people's ears off all the time, basically rambling to myself. It's something else to overhear, I' sure.

Whoa! High five on that dark halo! it looks SMASHING on you, btw ^^.