We gotta pick and choose and inevitably split the difference by making a blog that didn't cover what we wanted and yet go to bed late anyway from it still not being a short blog.
Fun times!
Anyway, today we actually spent a lot of time just thinking about various ideas we've had over the years. Not for any particular reason, mind you. They just came to our mind while we were working. (On that note, work? Not mentally tiring. We are fairly lucid before, during, and after work. Mentally we are awake and not exhausted. But surprisingly, the issue is physical. Not emotional, just physical. Our body is complaining big time about work. Feet so sore they're numb, back aching, shoulders in agony, muscles and bones creaking, etc.)
One of those was the novel we actually completed the first draft of, Life of a Mortal.
What happened there was the flashdrive we were working on the rewrite on had a hardware error which made it impossible to plug in to any computer, ever. And we gave it to our brother in the hopes that he could fix it. And then he never gave it back--and given his view on us, likely never will. If he even remembers it at all.
So it's gone for good.
Still tho.
We actually think we have a good chance of recovering most of the important details.
The story had like 20 different drafts, we have access to various ones.
We have notes stored in like 10 different places, containing various stages of writing. These are mostly to preserve the quality of the writing, the flow, and the exact sequence of events tho--we don't need the flashdrive to remember exactly how the story goes.
We know the setting, and in fact since having written it we've actually fleshed it out a little bit more. (Not much, mind you, but basically covering why the world it is in has the differences it does, and having increased scientific knowledge to differentiate téans from humans more effectively. Although téans having the different hair/eye colors and naturally animesque hair styles is, ah...not knowledge I've advanced.)
I wanted to talk more about it.
And do the probably-Vetra blog about the villainess there.
And hugely important: on my blog some time ago (I don't think it was five years ago or longer, but it wasn't really recent, either, so any time from four years to six months ago), I had a story formed from a dream, about a vampire prince and his two bodyguards fleeing from a losing war, where he is forced to pretend to be a girl in high school, with shenanigans ensuing.
I don't know why, but randomly, we did more details about that story yesterday, and we need to blog about them.
Unfortunately.
It's 9 pm now.
If we were to get 6 hours of sleep, we need to go to bed within half an hour. (We're working on it, thus the blog.)
So we can't really do that.
Or anything we want to.
But oh well.
Adjustment week. It be like that.
We wasted a lot of time today when home (heck if I know on what), so that's largely on us.
On that note we also need to keep blogging about our plurality. We're having at this stage daily breakthroughs of sorts. Today was the revelation that there's three different contexts for I/me:
I/me as in Bree;
I/me as in an individual (of which there are hundreds);
I/me as in a group of voices that share some kind of identity/unity/community.
We know that we all identify as Bree (at least we think; there might be some who aren't?);
We knew that there are hundreds of unique voices.
But the third is new to today!
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