I don't know why I'm so tired. Not even tired--just sleepy. I don't need to rest; I just feel drugged. Yarrr. And I am assuming that I'll be useless next week when I have my wisdom teeth out, finally, because I'm superstitious and believe that preparing for something makes it less likely to happen.
Have posted a really great set of character development prompts over in writer_girls; Crunk had us freewrite on them in workshop last night, and they include such questions as "What's your character's favorite item of clothing?" and "What's the meanest thing your character's ever done?"
The children's mystery series will be called the Fairwood Files, I think. Still struggling with the plot, although I think I will actually snaffle the "Illuminated Hand of the Blessed Dawn" thing from my previous entry to be the villain. Also, I'm updating my memories section so that if newcomers start reading the journal and go "Whoooo? Whaaaaat?," they can go to the memories and see previous entries on the project in question. Read: my writerly egotism knows no bounds, folks.
To follow up on yesterday, I did sit up and finish The Ruby in the Smoke, and it was very good--Pullman succeeded in surprising me with the last major plot twist, and I'm pretty good at calling endings most of the time. (And then a movie like Van Helsing comes along and spits in the face of every expectation. DAAAAMMMMMN YOOOOOUUUUU!)
(Yes, I am still bitter about a movie that hasn't come out yet. Feel free to laugh at me. Unless you're already bitter about "what they've done" to the Prisoner of Azkaban movie, because I don't think that glass house will hold.)
Of course, then I wanted to start reading The Shadow in the North, just to see what was happening to everyone, and I get to one of the biggest infodumps I've ever seen in my life. This is that trip to the Department of Back Story that most sequels/series books take to catch you up on everything (also known as "chapter two of every Sleepover Friends/Babysitters Club/Sweet Valley book ever"). I probably wouldn't have even minded it but for the whole "Frederick gave up photography to what?" thing. Did Pullman write the Lockhart trilogy before Dark Materials? Because his storytelling is so much more sophisticated in those books.
More family drama--I think a break-up is in the wind--but I'll have to post more about that as I hear about it. I tend to friends-lock more personal posts just to keep them from people I know in real-life (employers, professors, family members, etc.), but I friend almost anyone back who friends me. I did friend a couple of people today who were surprised that I asked first--apparently the "OMG UNFREIND ME!1!" debate isn't as infamous as I thought. I think this is in my user info, but basically, I'm more than happy for people read my journal and/or friend me, so go on ahead.