Yet another idea

So I’ve been working on that story for NaNo. Writing notes on characters (11 pages on Sam, 5 on Mouse thus far), working out the plot details in my head so I can get an outline on paper, all that fun stuff. I’ve been discovering a lot about the characters. For example, Sam has a tattoo (totally shocked the hell out of me), and Kyle isn’t actually a stoner. He looks like a stoner, dresses like one, acts like one, but when he has touched the stuff from time to time (“I can admit it, I inhaled.”), it doesn’t happen often.

I’m starting to really like Kyle. He isn’t the brash, cocky ass hole I thought he was. He comes off that way at first, but it’s all show. Once you get to know him, he’s a sweetheart. A smart ass, but a sweetheart all the same.

On that note, I give you a little more Sam and Kyle:

“You,” he said, jabbing a finger in my direction, “are a literary snob.”

“Am not,” I replied childishly.

“Oh, you so are,” he countered with a grin. He cleared his throat and raised his chin, pointing his nose heavenward. “My favorite book is Frankenstein,” he said in a high pitched voice. “I also enjoy Shakespeare and Melville—“

“No one enjoys Melville,” I cut in.

“—and pre-American literature. I read the Encyclopedia Britannica, but I found it dry and repetitive. Very unoriginal.”

“Har har,” I said dryly.

He just smiled at me, like he knew he was right and there was no swaying him.

“Fine,” I said, getting off the floor and going to my bookcase. I ignored his chuckles as I slid my Encyclopedia Britannica set aside and removed the three books hiding behind them.

Walking back over to where Kyle was sitting, I dropped the books unceremoniously in his lap, refusing to admit, even to myself, that the fact that I kept these hidden only served to prove his point.

“Pop lit,” he chuckled, looking through the titles. “Nice.”

He opened one book midway, and the way his eyes bugged made me want to snatch the books back from him.

“Dude, these are practically porn!” He continued to laugh as he flipped through a few pages.

“See,” I said, snatching the books from his hands and returning them to their hiding place. “Not a literary snob.”

***

I like they way they interact, the back and forth they keep having in my head. The way Kyle draws Sam out, but how she draws him out of himself as well.

I’m hoping to finish my first draft of this story during NaNo. This is a story that I want to tell, want to get out there. I mean, I feel that way about all my stories, but this one is different.

Brainstormin'

So, the little glimpse that I did before work today is from a story I've been brainstorming for a while. Title is still in the works, but I'm thinking something along the lines of "Remembrance." I have some other things that need writing, but when I get some time, I'm going to start work on an outline. This time when NaNoWriMo comes around, I'll be ready.

Anywho, I've been thinking about the characters I know about, and keeping in mind that these characters are in high school, here's actors I've found that look close to how I'm seeing the characters in my head:

Tommy

Kyle

The difficult thing about this story will be telling the two stories in all the detail they deserve, yet still being clear how they tie together. Because there will be Sam's story (POV from earlier), and Maureen/Mouse's story. I know why they're so important and need to be told together, but I don't want the reader to know for a while. *sigh* So an outline is a must this time around.

Idea

This just hit me when I was getting ready for work, so I’m going to try to get it down real quick:

Kyle slid my glasses up my nose and over my forehead, letting them rest amongst my unmanageable frizz like a headband.  He tucked a strand of hair back behind my ear, letting his fingers caress down my jaw and over my chin.

My breath caught.  Oh shit, this was really going to happen.

Kyle licked his lips slowly, tilted his head to the side, and began his decent.

I couldn’t help but think of my mother at that moment.  Of how she would rather walk in on me blowing the entire football team than kissing a stoner like Kyle.  Somehow that made the idea of making out with Kyle even more appealing.

He paused with his mouth just out of my reach as though he were waiting for permission or something, which was just bizarre; Kyle never waited for permission from anyone.  As his short breaths fanned over my face, I was hit with an image that was so clear it was practically a memory.  A girl standing just as I was, her back against a wall, and a guy with his hair greased back standing in front of her, leaning in to kiss her.  Right before his lips touched hers, she whispered his name.

The name was right on the tip of my tongue.  If Kyle hadn’t closed the gap right then, I probably would have ruined everything by repeating the name.

Tommy.

Missing muse

So, things have been crazy since November.  December was spent getting ready for the holidays, and January to date has been spent recovering from them.  I got a new laptop, which is always great, and spent a good deal of time trying to transfer everything over from the old one to this one.  And now I’m trying to learn all the fun little features included in this computer (like the blogging feature that I’m using now).

In the midst of all this insanity, my muse seems to have decided to take a break.  So Elijah and Elizabeth are on the road, set to be married when the rebels get settled.  I know what’s going to happen eventually, but I can’t get them there.  *sigh*

It’s not just Revelations that’s misbehaving, my fic writings are muse-less as well.  I just fail all around.