Maybe I'm a Dreamer...

Phew! Today has been difficult. All day (besides a break by playing with my cat since Spot's getting neutered and feeding horses) I've worked on my series. It's still without a name, which I'm sure will come after the fact, but I've gotten a map of Damien's (main character) childhood home laid out. It's not a real place, technically, although it's got real places around it. Minnesota: "Birchwood Heights" (reminds me almost of "Twin Peaks" the 1990's 'unresolved' murder case in a box) He lives on a private Lane that doesn't exist: "Mahogany Lane". So it's not really the 'suburbs' per se, but close enough to the suburbs that it would be a short drive to get there. I'm guessing it's a couple hours away from St. Paul and Minneapolis. I wish I could visit there. Well, if I'm ever in the region, that will be a stop (Can anyone say 'roadtrip'?). I also got the "boyfriend"'s name. "Lyki Agnarr Velief" all Old Norse in origin. I think it's fitting enough. I have information on it, plus two throwaway characters. I finished up a lot of half-done things, plus I plotted with my Mum's help. My Mum and Dad help expand on my ideas, so I'm really glad I have ingenius, schemeing parents. They're handy for something at least... Haha, not that I don't love them (o.O) I think the cupcakes with a double dose of confectioner's sugar is getting to me. :) Oh well, I should probably go to bed: I have work in the morning and cosmic bowling later in the night. (Just how do I fit in all this plotting with the things I do?)

Until then,
Forrest Parkyr