the story begins
I’ve decided that I’ve had this case of writer’s block for long enough, and that in order to remedy this situation I simply have to write. As such, I don’t have my plot worked out, I don’t have my characters totally worked out, and things may do a heck of a lot of changing before I’ve finished the story of Father Zach and how he came to find the Pale Order. But for the sake of putting pen to paper (in the virtual sense), here’s how it started – it started when Father Zach saw his dead father taking an evening stroll through the park near his church.
friday five
1. do you have a car? If so, what kind of car is it? I am currently driving a 1999 Honda Accord LX.
2. do you drive very often? every day, to work and back, and also if I need to get anywhere – I live in the suburbs.
3. what’s your dream car? realistically I’d like my next car to be a BMW 330Ci. I truly love those. my true dream car would have to be something zanily fast and expensive – I’d have to think about that one.
4. have you ever received a ticket? once I got pulled over and received a BS ticket. I went and fought it, and won. so knocking on wood, I’ve never actually had to pay a fine or been docked any demerits. I did, however, amass a great deal of parking tickets while attending high school in downtown Ottawa.
5. Have you ever been in an accident? nothing major. just last weekend, however, I had a near death experience. during heavy traffic, an 18 wheeler started pulling into the lane I was in (the middle lane). I swerved a bit into the fast lane but there was already an SUV there. so I started blaring the horn and fortunately the truck driver heard me and got back into his lane. if I hadn’t been able to find the horn, I’d be toast. know where your horn is, people.