Oh! I do like to be beside the seaside

I feel as if I am hoarding characters, and by doing so, not creating more characters.

Should I cull my list again? I don't really want to, but I want to concentrate more fully on one character at a time, which is something tht makes DF really hard to pull off.

I also need to create my own characters. Without making them too much like myself, or too passive, or too under-characterised. I don't want to create 'the main character' who happens to be a typical young person who goes on an adventure and reacts exactly the same as every other main character who has gone on an extremely similar adventure.

Bah. Need to go back to my writing journal.

So, writing fic again probably isn't a good idea. But I got a review for a story that I started around two years ago, which just reminded me of my ff.net account. Oh well. It's better than... well, some other things, I suppose. Yay Remus *squoodgies the Moony*

And yay, new header image. I can't tweak the rest because it's all in code, and I'll stuff it up otherwise, but the pic change is good. As is the new title. It fits the piccy. And all other cabaret-students can go, aw, I remember that scene, where the background changed from lovely green trees to concrete walls, and it turned from a nice country song into an army-style thing.

Em, yeah.

Yay! Party tonight! Not working! Huzzah!

Oh dear, I'm just bumming around until I have to leave. But that's alright, cos at least tonight I am going somewhere!

Yeah, updating for the sake of updating. Bleah.

See (most of) you later!

Ka'at.

EDIT:

And yeah, just got home. Had so much fun. Twas a good good night. On the way home, I had a huntsman on my passenger side window, which was open, and it scared at least ten lives out of me. I didn't swerve or anything, but I did get a fright. It was on the outside, and I shut the window very very quickly. I don't like spiders.

Also drove home through the fog. Twas lovely. You couldn't see light-posts, so there were just these lights hovering in mid air until you got up close, and you could see the cloud bits swirling around. It was semi-magical. If only fog didn't keep the heat in. I remember when I was little, we'd always check to see if it was foggy. Kinglake was soooo foggy. Fog would mean it was a warm night. But a clear night, would mean that you would have frost the next morning. Frost was so much fun, mum said it was Jack Frost, and I remember running in it, before school, which I wasn't meant to do, because it would make my shoes all wet ^_^ oh the things you remember sometimes.


There is a place advertised in The Australian, it is a one bedroom place in Tasmania, on several hectares, and with a lake. I want it, it's pretty cheap for a house. Cheaper than some blocks of land. One day, if I ever get money for writing, I want to buy a place like that and live there. Only thing, I don't think I could cope without social interaction. Sometimes I think I would be fine, but then other times, I'm not sure. I would really miss nights like tonight, thats for sure.

I want to write an article for Seed Mag. The adventures of Giddy Goanna. Or something stupid like that. I want to take off all those aussie kids stories, like blinky, and snugglepot and cuddlepie, but taking place within the suburbs. Suburban folktales. I think that genre isn't supported enough in kids fic in australia. 'cept I guess it couldn't be a goanna, in that case. Something suburban... possums? i've done them before... oh well, I'm sure if I turn off the internet for a while, I should be able to come up with something.