but I’m not going to. He’s mine, there is no doubt, and he’s not quite right in the head. That’s a good thing.

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but I’m not going to. He’s mine, there is no doubt, and he’s not quite right in the head. That’s a good thing.

I’ve always played games, and somewhere there has always been a role play game of some sort. I’ve mentioned before that I lean toward ranger/hunter classes, mainly because they’re fun to play. I belonged to a fantasy/sci-fi writing site many years ago, and there was a small group of us that actually wanted to go beyond the stupidity of comic bs that occurs in the inn boards and such, and move into something a bit more serious. I will admit here that I’m a bit OCD when it comes to creating characters. I go through the process of working out a past, likes and dislikes, all the basic stuff, and I used to get comments all the time from people that they had no idea how to start on putting that type of information together.
There are quite a few good books on character development, and more than a few sites on the web that have similar information. I went another route and created a character who collected stories from other characters. That was her original purpose. Somewhere down the line she became a lot more complex and more independent than I had ever intended. It’s always interesting for me to write fiction, because I just let characters go where they want. Unfortunately, that is also the reason that I rarely finish anything, because the idgets won’t listen to me and they write themselves into a corner.
The whole reason I’m bringing this up is that I bought an actual paper journal about six months ago, and it’s been sitting on my desk. The character who I mentioned has started writing there. I think it’s interesting that I can’t get her to come across in the same way on the computer. There’s something about the writing process, paper and ink, that makes it more of a deliberate task. There’s less room for error, you can’t just go and delete it when you make a mistake. For me, it forces the careful choice of words.
She’s stuck her head out of the corner where she stays occasionally, but she always retreats back to it when the idea of putting things in some tangible form come about. Perhaps I will get something out of it this time. I can never tell.
Holiday A down, only B to go. That’s how it feels right now. I’ve gotten three calls for gift lists this weekend, not to mention I saw my parents on Thursday and got asked for lists then as well. At some point, I’m thinking that everyone in my family knows that I really don’t plan what I want for Christmas. I don’t even start thinking about things I want anymore. I’m going to be 42 in a few weeks, which is a whole different story. Hell, I just wrote it without cringing, I should get some massive karma points for that one. I have never and will never be a list making person.
The kid has a list, and it’s been delivered. My husband and I don’t “need” anything, and when we do, we just go buy it. My brother and his wife are the same, so it looks like it’s going to be the gift card Christmas again. Last year we did this and it was easy because they had just moved into a new house, so Home Depot and Target cash were what they wanted. This year I have no clue. Same with my parents, they have everything, it’s going to be something fun or gift cards. Yes, I’m working on hand knitted gifts for everyone, but those are mostly small things. I guess I’ll figure it out.
There’s also the point that it’s now the Monday after Thanksgiving and I still haven’t pulled any decorations out of the garage. I’m by myself for a few days this week, perhaps I’ll get around to it when I’m desperately trying to find something to do. Or Not.