Saturday, May 31, 2014

Whispers of Research

I'm late.  So sorry.  I did write a post though.  I had a post ready to go on Wednesday.  It was all done and I even pushed the publish button, and . . . . nothing.  For what ever reason the internet would not work.  I tried all that day and it never took.  In the evening I drove over to Starbucks and it still would not post.  I have not had a chance to get to another internet sores till just now.  But as it happened I forgot to bring my little touch pad with my post on it so I have to write up a new one.  No matter it was just rambling about my favorite character. 
Well this is the secant week of living in an apartment and it seems like everything was going wrong not with the apartment but with me.  On Monday my right eye was so swollen and irritated that I could barely function.  So on Tuesday I went to the emergency care center.  They told me to go to the eyes doctor.  On Wednesday I started loosing my voice, and when you work with kids that is quite a handicap.  Thursday I went to the eye doctor and he told me I had several Corneal ulcers that means eye drops every waking hour.  Friday I could barely talk above a whisper.  And that brings us to Saturday.  To day my voice is better and my eye is good I just can't ware my contacts which means everything beyond arms reach is blurry.  But I am feeling better then I have been all week so to day is the best day of the week for more than one reason.
I've started doing some research for my current project.  The Nightin story is a steampunk, which is Victorian historical fiction with a little syfy mixed in.  I got a book from the library and I've been watching movies set in the Victorian period.  My grandmother found a steampunk movie for me called The Adventurer: Curse of the Midas Box.  One of the characters named Captain Will Charity reminded me of one of the characters from my book.  Dapper, witty, always cheerful under the hardest situation, at lest that is what I think of him as.  To someone else he may just be a crazy young man who doesn't know what he's saying.  That movie and the fact that I am editing or rewriting the first book of this series has pushed me to do more research on my genre.  I have to pay more attention to how they talk and manners of that society.  How did people in that time period talk?  That is what I am trying to learn and hopefully discover what book Flame Nightin would bother to come to Dart for that could not be found in Early's library. 
With the wave of the hand and a flick of the wrist I will wish you all adieu till next time.  I think Saturdays will work for me best, so not next Saturday but the Saturday after that I will write you again.
Morgan J

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Secant Draft

Hello all,
I'm still alive.  You probably forgot all about me and my tiny blog.  No matter.  I forgive you.  Life goes on.
Now I have to be completely honest with you readers.  My writing group gave us all some homework; to publish a blog.  So this is me doing my long overdue assignment.  Also people have told me as a want-to-be author, that I need to make connections.  Here's me putting myself out there.  Do you feel the connection?  Me nether.  I'll just have to keep trying. 
As part of the homework I am revamping the whole blog, new title new look, everything I can think of; the secant draft of the blog if you will.  I will also be posting every two weeks.  That doesn't sound like very much but if you consider that before I have rarely ever posted more then once every two months, this seems like quite the overflow. 
I'm not sure what day of the week my next post will come on, but for sure some time two weeks from now.  I can believe I just committed to that.  Maybe its because I'm writing this at 1 in the morning.  I get a little strange late at night.  When it gets about 12:00 I start doing and saying things that I wouldn't normally do if I were sane.  I better publish this to night before my sanity returns to me and I chicken out.  If I wait I will never get this started.

So on that note, good night or good morning which ever one it is, I write you again in two weeks.
Morgan J