Back from the treacherous heat of Virginia! (Ooh, don't take that personally if you're from there.)

It really was one of the greatest vacations. We stayed at a plantation of sorts -- The Powhaton Resort -- which, minus the legions of geese and their egestions, was brilliant. And then, just around that my dad got us tickets to Busch Gardens (that one's based on all of the European countries and has some of the greatest rollercoasters I've been on, though I still prefer the Dragster), Water Country USA. Although I'm not really a water person. Well, in a matter of ways. I'm a swimmer, literally, but I can't stand just being in water. Weird. And then Colonial Williamsburg which was, by far, my very favorite.

For those who don't know, Williamsburg was the capital of colonial Virginia. And, funded by Rockefellar Junior, they basically recreated it. They restored the eighteenth century homes and buildings, have reenactments, and everyone who works there is incredibly kind. Not to mention great in their history -- which they do while dressing up like eighteenth century colonists, of course.

I didn't log on just to ramble about my vacation, though. I did also finally finish that story -- or one of them -- that I've been promising you. This one's called Finding Myself and is now located on my Fictionpress. This would be the lesbian story that I so wanted to try out so very long ago. Although, please, don't let that bias you away from it. Aspects of love, as ever with my writing, are subtle.

Alas I'm afraid if you want my opinion, I haven't rewritten it enough and it still churns as rubbish to me, so feedback would be lovely.

Hah, I managed to use the dialogue (in an all dialogue work, no less). Again, typed, not written. Strange month, this: No, Never

Editing, cutting, rewriting, adding. That one-shot I started and promised may just happen yet -- don't hold me to that, though. I'm going away for vacation the last week of this month, out of state. I doubt I'll have internet. And, if I do, I won't use it.

I've been typing these revisions as well -- been an odd month for my writing, it seems -- so no hope of my finishing it out there if I don't finish it before then. Sorry about that. The beginning bits still horrify me, actually. The first two sections -- the original two sections. I can't rewrite them entirely, though. But I'm afraid they may throw away any person who comes to read it. Perhaps if I wrote another snippit to slip in front? But I never write out of order.

It's been in my head, though. So, salvaging...

Oh! Before I forget. I also got another flash of dialogue in my head, no where to place it yet though. (I'm mean, though, saying that, because I won't put it on here. It just doesn't click in my mind to put an unfinished clip somewhere it can be snatched when you can't properly prove it's yours if you use it later.)

It's pathetic the things that get into my mind, really. I've just written a fragment based solely upon the famed Chicken/Egg argument because it fluttered into my head and I couldn't shake it. It's on my Fictionpress, because I couldn't very well just leave it somewhere to rot (and I actually typed it, I didn't write it out in a notebook first like I normally do, which is just odd.) -- It's On You.

And now, thanks to my best friend, I'm itching to buy this book about Russel T. Davies (recreator of Doctor Who and writer of the first four season along with this years specials, for those who don't know of him). Unfortunately, the only place it's in stock is Amazon, and I don't exactly have a credit card -- curse my being under age.