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It's been a while since I've posted, again. So I have quite a bit of news. First the good stuff. I've finished Chapters 22 and and 23 of Carpathian Vampire. Really good news because it's been a struggle. I have my character in lots of trouble, and she's both sad and pissed off. I've been having problems with these things called plot points. I laid them out according to a scheme I've been reading about for free on the Internet, and it's worked beautifully, except that I also have a number of subplots which have to be plotted with their own plot points, and its all quite a juggling exercise. Plus I've been using the girl meets boy/girl, girl gets boy/girl, girl loses boy/girl, girl gets boy/girl back. Also a struggle, and I'm not sure I can ever get them back together again. Remember that this is vampires and regular people all messed up together, so things can get weird and tragic. Plus this is gothic, so all the good versus evil thing gets twisted, and who knows who is the real good guys. Every body likes to work their dirt. I am really surprised at how well knowing the underlying conflicts and conflict structure plots a novel. I've written a lot of stories when I was a kid, and they always turned out to be pretty funny, but this is coming up a little short on humor.
Second subject. I have a birthday coming up, the 29th. My last as a teenager. Next year I turn the big two zero. Not looking forward to that. It takes all the air out of being alive when you are no longer young. Growing up seems to me just about the dirtiest trick life can play on you, except of course being really sick is a bummer. Yes, I've had my share of problems as a teen-ager, but at least you get to laugh a lot. I've had a taste of being a grownup because I've had to make my own way in the world for a while now, but I don't want to feel responsible all the time. I want to dump on people for a while yet.
Okay, the other news. I got a postcard in the mail. Eeeeek!! at first but then Noooo!! it wasn't from my mother. It was in response to the card I sent to my mother. The address my father gave me was to the sister of the new man in my mother's life. And this really sucks because she's still married to my father who's tucked away in Codlea Prison for life.
But here's the hard part. I have a new half brother. And get this, the kids is already two years old. The man my mother is sleeping with (they are not married, cannot be married cause she's still married to my dad) is Scottish, and they very well may be in Edinburgh. A long ways away. So I'm kind of excited about the little brother, and hating my mother for having him at the same time. Right now I'm ripped in two with my heart here in Romania with my father, me living with the hated Roma, and feeling left out with my mother off starting a new family in Scotland. I have an address. If I had the money, I'd just show up on their doorstep, but I barely make enough for Internet cafes to get my blog post online. Don't really want to send a letter. "Hi, ma, this is your old stinking runaway daughter who lives with the hated Roma. I've really done well for myself since I ran off. Could you loan me a few buck so that I could come to see you in your beautiful new home and family in Edinburgh?" Noroc!
And now my band of Romas are about to pull up stakes and move on to another part of Romania where it's warmer for the winter months. I hate to move. Every one gets testy when we move, and the dogs are in an uproar because they don't know the territory they are supposed to protect anymore, so they get nippy with everyone they see that they don't know. We move slow, so everyone on the roads is on our case. Maybe my boyfriend will come rescue me for a few days of love and good times in Bucharest. Sure would be nice to have a permanent home again.
I do love the fall, but the rain and snow of winter, I could do without. I've seen the skiers up at Sinaia, where my novel is set, and I know everyone doesn't have my bad attitude about winter. Dark days ahead.
