grey rainy morning

I like waking up but not quite so early. The cat will drive us all mad in the end.

Raining, steady slow patter of water off the roof and on the concrete. It's cool outside, and I wish I could leave the front door open. So quiet, as if all the world is still asleep and gone.

The first teaser for Mirrormask! I've been reading Gaiman's blog and hearing about this for how long now? I'm very excited about seeing this on the big screen, as the combination of talent is wonderful.

I also have some gmail invites, if there is anyone out there who doesn't yet have an account. Comment and provide me with an email address, or email me at tsarina at live journal .com if you want one.

little blackbird of truth, by Vera Merlot

So, I did actually sign up for National Novel Writing Month and only partly because I wanted an icon of a bird using a typewriter.

But the most brilliant part is that for the first time since I was a child I will attempt to write something with an actual plot, as opposed to small scenes and vignettes and character analysis. I think I have an acutal bare bones sort of plot laid out. After finally locating my missing notebook, I started outlining details of the setting and story. I'd forgotten how hard it is to name something.

When I was nine, I wanted to write novels about dragons under the name of Cassandra Daniels. (I was going through a period of hating my name and my identity, and really did tell my mother I was going to change my name to Cassandra.) I suppose if I ever did publish a novel, I would most likely use my own name. But just in case I came up with a random pen name and I should probably buy a new hat just for that. When I'm wearing it, I will insist that everyone call me Vera Merlot and I will drink vast quantities of tea.