Friday, 30 January 2009


I have a new character.

A friend asked me not so long ago, what I do when a new character develops.

Well usually I let Tar go and figure them out. I'll write it, and we'll take it from there.

I have starter scenes with all my characters.

Anyway, as my characters usually appear at work, I tend to doodle and write alot in my work pads. As a one off, for my friend, I'll show you Era's first character sheet :-D

Click on it to make it bigger.

Okay, so you can't read it very well, but you can see what I do. I draw the character (roughly. I'm no artist) then I usually write a few paragraphs where Tar meets the character, so I can get to know them.
So far, I'm really liking Era. She's pretty foxy.
Kay x


I am fucking fuming right now.

I... I need to vent about this, but I'm not sure I can control my hands long enough to type.

One of The Daily Mail's guest journalists did an article today on a current custody case going on in Scotland.
Basically, two children were taken away from their grandparents, who were looking after them because their mum is a heroin addict.
Social Services took them because the grandparents both suffered from illnesses, such as Angina and Diabetes, which they were concerned would impact the childrens upbrining.
The children were then placed with a foster family, pending health reviews of the couple, and of their daughter, the mother.
The fostering couple are both men.
Yes. A gay fostering couple.
It's the 21st century, I thought we were moving past this biggoted, homophobic regieme.
This 'Journalist' makes it very, very clear that he does not support gay adoption.

And quite frankly, I don't care what he thinks.
What I care about is the fact that he can, and has, gone out of his way to attack the ability of homosexual parents. Publicly.
And no fucker has said, anything.
In fact, mostly there are comments agreeing with him!

Well I'm not taking this shit. I'm going to dig up whatever influence I have, and I'm going to do something about it.

Those two men have taken two emotionally troubled children into their homes for an indefinite period of time, and all they get is slandered for it.

Fuck you 'Little John'
Fuck you 'The Daily Mail.'
Fuck you.

Thursday, 29 January 2009

And as the boredom creeps in like a heavy fog...

I decide to update.

You see, I have a problem now. I'm officially addicted to online writing/blogging. I adore it. I love having a space to write my thoughts, I love having people who actually show an interest. I love reading other peoples fiction and others journals, I love having the opportunity to see that part of their lives, those bits that are usually so well hidden as they go about their day to day business.

There is something very liberating about having friendships based solely on what you write about online.
In someways, you guys know me better than those who are closest to me in real life.
In other ways, you wouldn't even recognise me.

It's not that I'm false in either personification, I just allow different parts of myself to show.

I'm thinking of a blog entry Pia did yesterday (I think) about not sucking.
Well, not specifically about not sucking, more about the whole 'finding your voice' thing.

I believe she's onto something. I've read a few WDCers blogs from the very beginning now, and I think it's a process. Sure, for some people, you can see their energy, their opinions, their personality from day 1, but as you read more and more, as they get into the swing of things, you can witness a change. They become more confident in their opinions and beliefs.
They become willing to argue the point.
Sometimes, in the most astoundingly articulate manner.

It always shocks me when I get an insight into a part of a fellow bloggers life that I was previously unaware of. For instance, I've been chatting to Shadows a fair bit over the last couple of days, mostly about music.

I always suspected her and Pia had good taste, they come across that way.
I just never expected her taste to be as good as it is. Seriously, she is the only person I've ever met who can correctly spout and identify quotes from all of Tools albums.
Apart from myself, of course.

Another of my friends, Chicochica blogs both on WDC and on Blogger. She has a pretty big following on Blogger, and I can completely understand why. She's very articulate, and her current troubles with her church make for some good reading. She's having a bit of a 'Mormon crisis of faith'
I feel for her, I really do. It must be damned hard, doubting the things you've been brought up to believe, when your whole communtiy, (I mean in LDS the church is damn well near to your whole life,) is likely to shun you for expressing any sort of opinion that is not 100% in line with theirs.

Her voice rings out for me. She puts across her arguements passionately and they are always well structured. Add to that the fact that I'm learning alot about LDS just from reading her blog, and you've got something I'm guaranteed to be addicted to.
I love to learn :-)

I feel like if I end this here, I'll upset people who I've not mentioned up there.
Seriously, there is not a blogger who will read this that I don't enjoy reading. You're all completely different, and I'm glad I somehow managed to weasel my way into this particular group of writers.

I'm going to go do a final edit of my Leading entry for FtL, and then settle down and do a couple of hours contract reviewing before my american counterparts begin to wake.

Thanks for sticking around guys, and heres to hoping you keep me addicted for a long while yet - I'd be lost for things to do at work without you all! :-P

Kay xxx

Wednesday, 28 January 2009



It seems a few of my friends from WDC have arrived here at blogger. That in itself is a little odd. I've obviously been blogging here for a short while, both on my fiction blog (Tar) and on another, secret blog.

That one is staying secret. Sorry guys. It's for my personal shit.

Either way, with the shift in blogging area's combined with the fact that my work internet will for some reason no longer allow me to view my Dhampyr blog, I thought it prudent to start another.

I can't guarantee I'll update it often, but we'll see.

So here we are. Me, my other slightly more insane personalities, and of course the faithful Muse who is currently chewing on my Contractual Developments folder.
Obviously, someone is bored.

I'm not sure what I'll use this space for. Perhaps, if we manage to agree on a set-up for a Blogger version of FtL, I shall use this space for that. I might just let the Muse run wild in here. I might personalise, or perhaps run this as a side journal to compliment 'The Uncapped Musings of a Distorted Mind' Take one.

In all honesty, I'm doing this now because I'm bored. And that might be what this space is. A place for me to rant when I'm bored and my fingers hurt too much from writing all night to possibly comprehend attempting to work on any of my stories.

Right now my hands are a little achey, afterall I did write for almost 4 hours - inbetween talking Tool with Shadows on twitter, which is becomming strangely addictive.
We have a similar taste in music. It's cool.

I should still be writing now though. In fact I should actually be working. But the fuckers denied me my payrise again, and I'm not feeling very committed to ataining my department objectives today so fuck them. I have a lot of editing to do, and I have to have a fully prepped 20k short for when I hit Odyssey.
That's gonna be fun - I'm quite excited about it.
I've never been to that area of America before.

In fact, I'm going to play the Cliche brit card here, but I've only actually visited California and Florida.


Soon though, I should have the money to tour the country properly. That'll be pretty awesome.

I just got my new bank card at lunch, and the card number includes '69' three times withinn 16 digits.
If you're not from WDC, that comment will have gone over your head. If you are, I believe you will understand where I was coming from. That number is fucking stalking me!

I'm going to go and do some Editing now, before people start to notice me chiding Tar in hushed whispers and have me locked up.

My folder has muse drool on it.

Kay x