I could use something poetic here, but its basically just a bunch of photography to hopefully convey what I've been doing lately

welcome to december in fl folks

ha. HA. finally got a few pictures of these two, who always enjoy being elusive when it comes to getting pictures of them.

taken in the governor's office indeed

dont ask

look! you get a picture of me!

so, between the mixes of these pictures, there is me reading William Shakespeare's Star Wars (given to me by this person. she's practically perfect in every which way), some random images I took at a Christmas Party my Dad's boss hosted (why yes, I was taking pictures instead of mingling and talking) and my family being tourists in our own state.

in case you were wondering, I did not suceed in winning NaNo. but, I'm not bummed about that.
I've been having far too much fun writing in my other novels (the ones I missed), particularly The 100 Year Queen, to be bummed about it.

Guys, this novel may be it.

I'm on chapter twelve, and 30K in. I write big chapters.
These cast of characters are some of my absolute favorites, and I really love pretty much everything about T100YQ. 
Particularly my Antagonist.
I think you are probably not supposed to love your bad guy figure, but its hard for me to not love Taj Roku, with his damaged soul, love for reptiles, and blue hair.
(i did just say blue hair. blue hair on a baddie. go bby)
Sometimes I think I might be losing touch with Taj's villainous side (probably the fault of the same beautiful person who gave my the Shakespeare star wars book who has become insisted an changing the 'bad and forever bad' view of him because she loves him more than the protagonist...) but then I think, "Really, Taj is only twenty-four. He hasn't had a whole life time to perfect being evil. And he doesn't think he is either. He thinks he is merely carrying on a political change while also seeking revenge for his brother's killer. He is still young, still mostly undefined. He is a villain that does not know a that he is the  antagonist of this story, and in truth, he is a villain that you could easily see yourself siding with because he is only so faintly bad"

and I guess I'm probably doing something right in the end after all. 

Taj won't be the next Voldemort, Darth Sidius, Galbatorix, or Morgoth. 

He is far too lukewarm and like able and human for that. 

Taj falls in love, Taj fails in love, Taj is a little boy who sasses his elders, and a young man with too much depending on his inexperienced shoulders. 

That is my Taj.

hold on while I grab some tissues.

back.

But I also love my hero (who behaves more like an anti-hero. I don't think I actually write real heroes. just anti-heroes), and my royal heroine. It's a lovely novel, I think, and I enjoy it immensely.

I've also been remembering to make sure I show my characters eating as well, and all writer's know the difficultly of being sure your characters aren't just...not eating and still being healthy, thriving people.

so, yes.
that is all.

(btw keep an eye out. I have something fun in the works)