Describe your character from the perspective of someone who doesn’t know them.
She sat at a table, close enough to seem part of the goings-on, but just far enough away as to seem aloof. Was it aloof or simply shy? From the somewhat longing gaze in those green eyes above that smattering of adorable freckles, I’d have to say it was shy. Her fingers drum on the table in time to the music…wait, no. Not in time, in melody, as if she were silently playing the same music on an imaginary instrument of her own.
From her clothing, she seemed very conservative: the cloth was basic woolens, simple in design and cut. Nothing fancy that screamed of nobility, but nothing dirty and careworn that belied a state of poverty. A member of the enigmatic middle-class then. A musician of some sort, obviously, or perhaps the dream of being a musician. It was hard to say. She didn’t have an instrument with her, but from the movements of her hands, she was no stranger to one. And the
wistful smile that crosses her mouth bespeaks of someone who longs to join in and make merry. So why doesn’t she?
Again, we return to the idea that she must be shy. She’s no raving beauty, by any means: just a raven-haired girl with milk-pale skin and a smattering of cinnamon-colored freckles; guileless green eyes that take the world for what it is. Innocent, really. Naive, perhaps.
Or maybe I am too much of a cynic. Maybe I can no longer find hope in the bright eyes of youth or the faint smile of a young girl.
It’s Fourth of July weekend. In Texas, that’s usually an excuse to fire up the grill, break out some manner of booze, and play with potentially hazardous explosives. However, here in my part of Texas (and in most parts from what I’m hearing) we’re under a ban from using any kind of firework due to the drought and general dryness of the environs here. So, in lieu of blowing stuff up while intoxicated (not that I’d ever do that, seriously…) I’m home in my air conditioned office reveling in word play and plot bunnies.
“But wait…” you might say. “Nanowrimo is in November, isn’t it?” – And that would, more or less, be true. Traditional Nanowrimo (that’s National Novel Writing Month for the uninitiated) is celebrated in November, but the wonderful folks over at the Offices of Letters and Light have put together a summertime version of Nanowrimo for those too busy to do it in November. Now, my sources say that the actual Camp Nanowrimo event wasn’t supposed to go live until August, when OLL finished the last touches to the website. However, Nano’ers–being the over-eager beavers that we are–decided to start on July 1.
Have I joined in this craziness? I’m a couple of days late, but yes. I’ve already started on my first Camp Nanowrimo ’11 novel, Muse. Here’s my cursory synopsis that’s up on the Camp Nano website:
Cameron “Cam” Boston is a writer who has hit a bit of a slump lately. His main problem is he has a very uncooperative Muse. This Muse takes the form of a rather surly dwarf who makes it his sole purpose to torment Cam on a daily basis. It therefore falls to Cam to figure out how to get his Muse to cooperate with him or face missing his next publishing deadline and violate his contract.
Am I crazy for doing this? Eh, I pretty much say that every year. The truth of the matter is, I enjoy it and it gets me started on projects I might not otherwise find the time to get around to. If nothing else, it gets the creative blood pumping again, which is never a bad thing. Are you going to Camp Nano this year? If not, maybe you should.