Today in the Magic Thermos (TM): nothing. No, I didn't forget the Thermos, I just slept in a bit too long and didn't have time to make myself some coffee.
Today, I have admitted something I've admitted many times before. It is something that most of you know already, if you've been paying attention.
I am a gigantic dork.
I get ridiculously excited about things; mostly writing and archaeology things. Like THIS article, about the discovery of a Celtic Cult site in Germany. I flipped. I squeaked. Out loud. At work. And I danced in my chair. It got me really excited, and I was so happy.
I received the entire Mass Effect trilogy for Christmas (I haven't played yet. I'm still waiting for my cables to arrive), and I thought it was the most awesome Christmas ever. Almost any way. I've been wanting to play Mass Effect for a while now. It looks like a gorgeous game.
Oh, and I sometimes get excited when I am writing. You don't understand. I'm wriggling in my chair, I'm so excited. I get lost in the fun of having to words flow easily, and often in the action those are representing. I get carried away by the process of writing. I find discovering the story and the characters as I write one of the greatest thrills ever. It's the same thrill I get from reading a great book and discovering that story and those characters. So. Much. Fun.
Yes, I admit it. I'm a dork. Y'all are going to have to deal with my dorkiness, I'm afraid.
In that light...
ER MAH GERD writing Daughters of Britain is so much fun! I mean, it's a rough story. Awful things happen. But it's so much fun! Just this past week, I obliterated two Legions in a confrontation with the Batavians. Alright, perhaps obliterated isn't quite the word. I sent them packing. Man that was fun to write! It wasn't even the details of the battle, which I wrote sparingly. It was the surprise in the middle of the battle. It was the banter at the parley before the battle. It was the monumental clash between a competent and very angry German rebel leader and an arrogant Prefect who severely underestimated him.
Now I'm worried I'm hyping up the book too much and when it gets released it will be a huge let down. So, I'm going to stop being such a dork now. *deep breaths*
You know, I woke up this morning ridiculously excited to come to work today because it meant I get to write the next two thousand odd words of Daughters of Britain. This was the same feeling I had for SKylark. Oddly enough, the novels in The Great Man series never inspired this kind of reaction. They were my obsession, but they never made me happy or excited. They made me moody and depressed. I wrote The Great Man because I was compelled to, because I was obsessed with it, because I could not not write it or I'd go mad.
I much prefer writing Daughters of Britain, to be frank. That said, thoughts of writing The Great Man has returned. I think I will end up rewriting it starting this year, and self-publishing it. It is time this story saw the light of day, and I'm not longer afraid or ashamed of being a self-published author. But there are other books the take care of, specifically the Your Very Own Adventure project book. I need to get that rewritten and edited and out into the world before Christmas this year.
I have so much work to do. Sigh. I do it to myself. Oh well...
I have to get my Welsh lessons going. Here is today's picture: