Work Begins

Current Priority: The Broken Arrow
Word Count: 0/10000 for the week.

Well. I started my job today, and I'm having the strong urge to write things. It occured to me, "Hey, you've got that blog that you're not even using, use that?" and so I am. Behold the glory of my first real post.

I'm not exactly in a mood for letting my mind wander, because it inexorably returns to one point. Or rather, one person. For somebody who doesn't like to foist their problems onto somebody else I certainly manage to find places to bitch. For instance, here's another one. Can't claim this is particularly anonymous either, considering that's my name down at the bottom of all this.

Okay. So I need to say something of note here. I'm getting back into the whole fanfiction writing business, just for shits and giggles. I need to write something and the idea of a novel that focuses on Ron as a main character is intriguing to me. Thus, The Broken Arrow (heretofore TBA), which should make for an interesting experience if I actually manage to go where I want to with it.

TBA starts with an unexpected scene - Cornelius Fudge once again occupying the Ministry of Magic as the Minister, for a perplexing reason that leaves the reader wondering what exactly has gone so terribly wrong in the world that he is once again in that most illustrious of offices. Fudge is the narrator for the opening chapter, and as such narrates it from his own perspective, which is... shall we say, somewhat biased. It's around April 1997 at this point, by the way, so there's a lot of unanswered questions right off the bat.

Oh, yeah, and Ron Weasley is on trial for the murder of Harry Potter. Surprise!

So, yeah. It's one of those stories that starts in medias res, Danny said like the literary fag that he is. I've yet to actually finish a story, but I desperately need to finish a story or I'll forever feel as though I've never accomplished anything.

Self esteem problems, somewhat. Isn't that charming? I'm such a card.

Well. It's getting late, and I need to walk my dog, empty some laundry hampers, and get some stuff done. If I'm not in bed by midnight, there's a problem, as eight hours of sleep is something I badly need for seven hours of hardcore sitting tomorrow. Although I don't exactly need to be there until 11, technically, I do enjoy having money and being there longer is a good way of achieving it.

Righto. I'll get back on here tomorrow, let you know where I'm at. Can't stay still, gotta keep focused, otherwise my mind swings back to focus on one thing - person - and that's not something I want or can deal with right now.

I'm out.