Confused

Should I be flattered? Jen thinks -- and has told others -- that if this man had hair as long as mine, he could almost be me. She found the picture on an author's blog.

(She made me put the picture there. Believe me, otherwise, I wouldn't. I know who and what I am. I have no wish to compare myself to anyone else.)

And now, I must ask for input? I suppose as her creation, I have no dignity. I would much rather have talked about the rain!

A seirc.

She Calls It Feedback

Today I reluctantly accompanied Jen to her writers' group meeting. She took the notebook with my story so I wanted to see if she would share it with anyone or not.

She did. She read the first chapter and feels like she got some good feedback. One person in particular thinks she should let Aidan speak as well. I think that would be a good idea. I can never hear my Aidan speak enough. She could speak all day and I doubt I would tire of the sound. (I may tire of the ... content, however.)

This is getting Jen inspired all over again. To my way of thinking, this can only be a good thing. It might also help with this "Evolution" she has been talking about in other places.

They met in a different place than usual. They usually meet in the town's library but for some reason, it was closed. So they met at a store called Dancing Rabbit. (Since when do rabbits dance, I ask you?) The store trades in modern antiques. Aye, I am aware that makes little since. But to me, to my thinking, with my experience in what you now call the early Middle Ages, they are new items.

It's a difficult thing to explain. I beg your pardon for not doing so right now. But, I'm going to go see if I can prod Jen in the direction of my story now.

A seirc.

MOVED

Jen Note: This blog has moved. It can be found at http://devonswish.wordpress.com/. All previous entries and comments have been exported to that blog.

She's Thinking Again

Please understand, the title of this is purely in jest. I had to say it because it has recently come to my attention that people accuse Jen of thinking too much. Is such a thing possible? I don't know, but that's not what I'm here for right now.

She's asking for some input on this one (not that I would be any help).

She's been taking it slow in working on my story. Not that I blame her. I'm just grateful she feels up to writing again.

A seirc.

Satisfied

We are working on my story again. I am so very relieved. To be honest, I wasn't entirely certain when -- if? -- Jen would be able to sit long enough to do any work on it.

We are traveling again. I personally didn't think it was wise for her to go on this trip, but she did. And has done well.

This is an interesting land. I have seen much of the desert in Arizona and Califonia, rock formations in Arizona, and mountains in Missour and Arkansas. To tell the truth, I wanted to see one of these caves we have seen so many signs about. But considering the time, we aren't doing that. More the pity.

I have no doubt I will get to see one of them soon, though.

It has been a long day. With more travel tomorrow, we all need our rest.

A seirc.

A Quick Return

It's unfortunate we're already back at Jen's home. We arrived last Friday.

I knew her back was bothering her, but she was writing and didn't act like it bothered her too much. Then?

Last Wednesday she woke up hurting so badly. I felt helpless being unable to do anything for her. She made a few phone calls, got an appointment with what she called a chiropractor, and seemed to be feeling better later that day.

It all went to hell very quickly after that.

She went to that chiropractor again Thursday then to a different doctor. They decided she had a back sprain "in the lumbar area," which I am told means the lower back. She cried for over an hour that night. Not little silent tears. Wracking sobs that make you wish to the heavens you could do something, anything.

(If she knew I was telling you all this, it probably wouldn't get posted.)

She has been on "meds" since then and is slowly getting better. Her mother brought us home on Friday. She's been in bed pretty much since then. Today she got our work off of the small computer she used in Eureka Springs and moved it to her computer at her desk. She is at least thinking of my story again.

I can't fault her for not doing anything on it between now and then. I've seen her at her worst. She said it's the worst she has ever hurt in her life. I believe it. I'm going to give her a couple more days before I start insisting on anything to see how she is doing.

A seirc.

Progress, Sweet Progress

We are ready to start what Jen calls chapter 6 of my story. But before we do that, I wanted to take a break and talk with you first.

Er...

If it can indeed be called "talking" in this odd medium.

My Aidan has spirit!

When he found out we had wed, her father forced a bargain that if she does not consent to be my wife in all that it entails within a year, she is to be returned home and free of the marriage.

I was informed quite forcibly that she had no desire to go back so I bloody well better do what I can to convince her to stay with me.

'Tis an odd thing to court your own wife in such a manner. But I will do it and succeed at winning her heart.

And I kissed her.

But on another note, I wholeheartedly wish she would trust me enough to tell me when she Sees something that could be dangerous for the clan.

In one particular area (my apologies, scene), three of my guards and I were ambushed by some advanced raiders. I tell you it is most disconcerting to read about your own near-death as it is being written. It was almost as though I could feel it all over again. That is not something I wish to relive, though I occasionally do in nightmares.

On yet another note, let me give you another word lesson. This came up because my sister informed me she was going to have her intended's child, which had been conceived long before they were wed. By about three months, by the physician's figuring.

torrach - pregnant, with child

There is much I would like to tell you, but I don't want to give it all away here because when it's done and available to you (gods willing!), I would hope you would read it. If I tell too much, there would be no reason for that to happen.

In the meantime,

A seirc.