I seriously need to upgrade from cocktail napkins...

[ink_n_imp]

I'm getting quite weary of forgetting bits of plot/character/dialogue that I KNOW my brain once came up with, but that I can no longer recall. I've finally gotten into the habit of carrying pen and notebook with me where ever I go, but even that's not good enough; I need a gorram tape recorder or something. Or a pensieve. That would be the SHIT.


Like this, for example. I REALLY wish I remember the context I had cooked up for this wee bit of scene I wrote on a napkin and then transcribed into my notebook...

"Allow me to introduce myself! I'm Captain Asher Reade of the--"

But that was as far as she got, for every man and woman present had grabbed for whatever was the most weaponlike and had pointed it at Asher. Some of the objects were unsavory, but reasonable--some bottles, broken and whole, and what looked to be a bellows. Some weapons drawn were nastier, a few cutlasses and knives could be seen. But most unfortunate were the pistols that had been drawn and aimed at her--damned inaccurate things in her experience, but there were quite a few and at close range, enough to give even lucky Asher pause.

"Ah," she said with a swallow. "I see you have heard of me."


Heading up to the library for a bit before Newman Club begins. I've decided to rip the band-aid off and return all of my library books in one fell swoop. Well, nearly all of them, I still want to peruse the one about James Wilson. But the others are going, I swear it! And I'm not even going to go looking for new ones, honest! I will resist the siren call of the stacks, scout's honor!

Love for my new icon...OH BOB. ^_^

*seriously hopes to get a second season of Dresden Files*


EDIT: And WOW...a Harry Potter theory that sort of fills me with glee at the thought. It'll never happen, but it still tickles my fancy. And besides, it's all centered around SOCKS!

Ron=Dumbledore?!

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[mosellegreen.livejournal.com]

Once when I was going over my notes for a story, there was one notation that read, in my own handwriting, "Jill should be prominent at end of Part 2."

I read that and went, "...Who's Jill?"

[ink-n-imp.livejournal.com]

*wince* I've done that. Wrote things like that down, thinking there's NO way I'd put the story down for long enough to FORGET the meaning behind those cryptic notes...and months/years later when I was blowing the dust off of them, I can't figure out WHAT the hell it was I was thinking.

*Le Sigh*

[innocentsmith.livejournal.com]

Oh man. See, I pretty much always can figure out what I was writing about, even if it's the stuff I write just before I pass out drunk.

A Friend, Reading From My Notebook: "'Chicken Wheel'? And then the lyrics to a Dusty Springfield song?"
Me: "Oh, well, you see..."

My problem is that I've been carrying around a notebook all the damn time for about 10 years now, and I...am not an organized person. Nor am I particularly diligent about typing stories up and putting them into a form that makes sense to anyone but myself. So at the moment I'm packing up all my stuff and I swear to God I've got eighteen notebooks and about 7 pounds of loose papers previously torn out of said notebooks. *facepalm*

Every now and then I do come across notes for story ideas that I obviously thought were hysterical back in the day and now make me boggle.

Children's picture book: "You Are Special!" Fairytale giant's mother telling him how much she cherishes each and everything he does, e.g. raiding villages, stomping heroes, etc. Grendel? Reread "Gargantua."

or

Story about the sekkrit history of the Dashwood family from "Sense and Sensibility" - their connection to Sir Francis Dashwood and the Hell-Fire Club.

I just don't know.

At any rate, that scene you transcribed is really adorable in an Indiana Jones or possibly Pirates of the Caribbean kind of way, and whether you figure out its original significance you should definitely find something to do with it. ^_^