oh-ho-ho-ho

I just figured out (as I was trying to sleep, naturally, and can't start writing until next week at the earliest), that Mitch? Really, really pissed off at the thought of being used as a tool, by anybody. Including -- perhaps especially -- his clients.

I think I'm going to have to change a few things and have him betray them all. The key question is, does he change his mind, and if so, how to redeem himself? Hmm-mm-mm. He doesn't want to be a tool of the Mob, either. So, does he pit them all against each other and regain his self-respect? Or pick the least offensive master?

So, here's the writing plan from May 07 to graduation (May 25?), since that's not enough time to draft a novel:

Mitch needs some rework, and something like two chapters.
The Errol Flynn zombie story -- some ideas to make it much, much darker.
The Madjani stories -- like newroticgirl's Anare sequence, a novel-length story in short stories.
Whatever pseudonymous erotica floats to the forefront. (published some recently)
ETA: A story about Dominionists -- or a breakaway group of them -- trying to kick-start Armageddon, by raising the dead themselves, via voodoo. One of the zombies may be either a long-dead Knight Templar, or someone 1930s-ish. But I like the idea of two very religious parties, one of whom happens to be dead.

Free Story Idea!

Vikings. In. Space!

Come on, the only way it could get any better is if you had Vikings versus zombies! in! space!

No applause, please, just throw money.

(*ponders, in public, shameless hussy that I am*)

Cool! That one idea I have about ripping off Dumas? Make 'em vikings! Yes! Woooo! No wonder my main character's a hot-headed twit, he's been soaking up all that valorous die-bravely stuff his whole life! Yes! *Dances around in a circle and makes note of location of books on norse mythology*. I'll have to write an outline even though I lack enough time to draft. Once I pass the bar exam and have a job, I should be able to write nights. *crosses fingers*

BTW. All this euphoria? Merely amplified by the fact that I finished footnote 816 about 40 minutes ago. I still have more work to do on the article, but. O.M.G. The feeling of "done", even "mostly done", is its own sweet, sweet, rush.

And, although I apparently forgot to register and pay to go to the BBA's Law Day banquet (oops), I am going to my local municipal court's Law Day celebration the next day (this Friday). It'll be fun.

Also, in the note-to-self category:

as interesting as stories set in an interstellar court might be for someone like me to devise, I cannot imagine many others finding them fun or interesting to read. It took Avery Brooks to make sitting around on a space station cool and exciting, and *he* had the aftermath of an occupation in his lap. Hmmm. What about a traveling judge, like Wickersham back home in AK? Hm. An interstellar circuit judge? Or maybe just historical fiction based on Wickersham? Hm. Or my own occupation...