Do I dare?    
01:55am 26/05/2011
  I'm not sure if I want to go so far as to post story ideas. A-'s "Here is my story and don't let it fall into the wrong hands - oh ho ho ho!" views to her own novel is catching. Then again - who in hell would even look at this journal? So I have plenty of time to play about with worlds and give them out to be read.

Sooo - why so crazy scared of one's own lack of talent? Good question. I'm not S Clements and he'd say I am most definitely not Adam, therefore, I've nothing new to add to the world.

Good first go of it. Go Al! You're a right twit aren't you? Got this down, do you? Even are hoighty toighty enough to put in what you think in code (complete with cracker-jack box decoder, yes only twenty five bits for that) so that only you can enjoy it. Good thing you're the only one who will. Heh.

C ideas:

Usher sniffs and scrubs her nose across her sleeve with a grimace. Colds suck.

The park is a comfortable place to be, actually. Sort of nice how everything comes together during this season. Besides the colds, that is.

Camera out, she kneels and works at getting a shot down the lane before her. The camera makes a very nice, comfortable sound of multiple frames and she thanks the heavens above that this is a digital. Then, confident, she pulls the camera back up toward herself and cases the shots, panning in on one particular, before she grabs the other, more delicate piece of equipment off of her side. This, she lifts up and focuses. She takes her time, breathes slow and quiet, and when she's ready.. .

The old fashioned, solid click-shaaa of a real camera is like setting a joint into place. Usher grins and stands up, brushing her hand through her hair to get it out of her yes, staring instead, up at the park lane and the many varied and sundry that litter it like broken leaves atop the snow.

Standing again from the last, she whistles softly a bar, then goes to humming as she looks up at the snowflakes that cling to the interlacing branches overhead. She'd skip if she could, only it's bound to be icy in patches. A finger reaches down and tucks into her pocket, turning on her Ipod whose buds run through her jacket through the neck hole and into her ears, adding music but not showing off that she's listening to anything to the casual observer.

As she nears a birch, she slows to see where the light dances across a particular branch. Then follows the same manner of finding the right shot – digital, moving slightly, getting the other, more serious camera out, humming this time an oldie but goodie by Etta James to the tune that croons into her ears.

The solid click can still be heard over the ear buds and she turns the camera, following the branches some and coming down to the ground, checking for any lasting impressions.

And it finds one. She licks her lips and drops her camera a half inch to stare over the top of them.

Darkness and Cherry Blossoms, she's already named it. She crouches, finds that it is the wrong angle, and goes to the side, glad he's not noticing as she traverses in a half circle until she is crouching again and setting up the shot once more. Whirring of digital, click-shaa of the real... she breathes in slow. Candids are a bitch to shoot.

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Pend Oreille Lake - one of the deepest in the world - in out of way N. Idaho near Canada spot, * They trial run submarines there. Wow. What can you do with that? There was an interesting story years ago about a man in a submarine saved by a whale. Dunno if it was "amateur" writing or published.
40-something man: Robert Harrom - wife of twelve years, children two or three, fishing buddy with stupid name - and some story line with a weirdly fantastic theme that never comes through. Mermaid? Never show it, leave it to reader to decide if world is magical or Ol' Bob's got some deep seated issues related to women being drowned.
Mermaid would stand for - Collective unconscious considers mythology of mermaids as dangers to sailors and virgins(?), children dream of the ideas, but something in that deep of water would scare the shit out of me.

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Bridge idea. Z-s got a real bug up his butt about that one. Gotta play it some. Look into troll stories, anything that would be considered someone else has captured it better than I could (damn them well versed authors - bet they even edit their journal entries).

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Time travel/body jump - woman to man, man to woman, nineties to seventies, age into youth again. More important to consider the youth bit, as it would certainly give an aspect to societal fears of death/ageism/etc. Might be fun. Better as short story I suspect.		  
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Foooorrrgot :)    
07:05pm 25/05/2011
 
mood: amused
Shit - forgot what I was doing here, but it doesn't matter if I do two things at once, seeing as how it is moving into summer.

Kennels are almost up - I hate having put so much money into the entire project, but if it keeps things safe for who is inside, then it will all be worth it. My need to be a millionaire is rising and so I'll have to putz about in the stock market some more (O! Sinking Ship that you are!) so I can extend the kennel all about the house. Nothing better than to allow dogs to run all around and insanely seek out every rabbit who has happily gone to ground under the cedars.

Until then, I'm stuck with the beginnings of a real kennel and a paved road coming in due to developers up the road. Maybe it is a good thing it's all just a beginning, because if things get more populated, it'll be reason to move again. People and kennels howling at moons don't always get along (preparing for neighbor hood chats already).		  
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