Friday, 23 February 2007

recalled

Got it! Her name is Frieda. The bohemian that dances on the frozen lake, laughing like mad, with the everburning flame of copper hair surrouding her dollslike face...

Victoria of Toreador clan, tis' of your flesh...

Her bench companion was supposed to be Abaddon, with surprisingly seraphic looks and bum's clothes. Yet, her infatiuation with mighty Radosław has passed quickly. And he almost failed his exams.


Hmm... I think I might have a new mask for her. Maybe not exactly for "her" but that's the merge I've been thinking about... I should get a move on with that...

to start with

Right, so here goes the first random idea...

Images run through my mind as the recent deviation of non stop listening to Ultraviolet has its five minutes of fame.

I think about the pains that shatter them through and I also think about translating Midnight into English, which has never seemed as an easy task to me... anyway, I managed to turn the first paragraph of Postcard into a form more familiar for the dwellers of Albion. I'll see what bargains can my mind offer me.

And of couse, recently rawr! I can't even remember the name of that character... I meant Crimson's beloved... at some point. I even wrote a scene with her and Rob talking about Elaine, but it hasn't found it's place... yet.

The concept has now returned because of the possible merge of that character with another one that I've been thinking of.

And there's the case of Garou, of course...

Being insanely stuck on Crimson's conversation with Meadow doesn't help at all I must admit... It seems like a clash of self proclaimed titans that lingers like an american soap opera for the torment of some, and pleasure of others.