Attempted a step class today with the gals, with predictably hilarious results. We found out about forty minutes into it that we were in the Intermediate class and definitely not the Beginners. *FacePalm* So, it was basically five of us in a row, flopping around like fish when they're first dumped from the net onto the deck. Good, if humiliating, workout. Did I mention that it was my first step class? We decided that we're probably just going to look into purchasing some Billy Blanks videos so we can do Tae Bo in the living room. Good plan? Yes, I thought so.
Coming up on 10,000 words for the novel-in-progress, which I've been privately calling Up the Well
. I've outlined the hell out of it, and it's going well. Though, I am having some problems getting into the head of one of my prominent characters, and it feels like if she'll just let me in (at the risk of sounding schizophrenic), then several aspects of this novel will crack open like a sprung safe. Working on that. Also, there's an ongoing battle occurring between my Catholic-raised self and the book on exactly how
much blasphemy we're going with here. It's one thing to play around with concepts of death, the afterlife, and the fallen angels, but it's another to bring in the non-fallen and God. The narrative keeps trying to bring them in, but I'm resisting. I fear being struck by divine thunder bolts, I tell you!
With no reference to pagan deities intended. *Crosses self*
Then again, maybe it's all the same level of blasphemy anyway, and I should just let the book go wherever it dictates. *Sigh*
Quick, Completely Unrelated Rec: Ionic, Doric, Corinthian, Agony
by [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
is a hilarious and brilliant portrait of Ares and Aphrodite through the ages. Summary: "Someday, Ares and Aphrodite will stop sleeping together. It just won't be today.
" For those of you, like myself, who can't resist myth!fic. The girl also wrote a Jefferson/Hamilton fic, and that pretty much makes her the coolest person in existence to me.