Novel Ideas

I’ve been reading and watching a lot of Austen and Period Drama towards the end of the summer, and I’ve found myself wanting to write my own historical novel. Some how I think it’s likely to end up as a Gothic Romance, but it’s an idea all the same.

Cadie, who if you read theΒ other blog you may know is my roommate, had a bit of a raid through my writing journals. Glad she didn’t find the truly embarrassing ones, but I will endeavour to hide my more racy journals better, just in case. She found an excerpt from the beginning of an idea… that’s all it was meant to be, but demanded that if I ever had the time that I write it.

Yesterday I had a look at the excerpt again and found myself wondering what I would actually do with it. I have two characters, Baron Etchdale and Lucinda “Lucy”Β Armitage. I have very little background for my characters, other than Lucy being of a wealthy family with the fortune entailed to her first son should she marry and the Baron being an older man, a rake and a gambler, whose money is running out.

The snippet I wrote was of a dark and dimly lit scene, where Baron Etchdale is dragging Lucy towards the dungeons and a possibly horrid fate. It just appeared as I took my seat to write, so I wrote it down. I expected nothing to come of it, there still may be nothing that may grow out of it. But it is a start. I have been wondering as to whether I would try my hand at a historical novel for November. But we shall see how it goes. I may find myself setting aside an hour here and there for research during October.

So long for now

VH x

My Irrational Fear

This is where I reveal one of my innermost fears, and someone out there laughs at me for being childish or believing in that which is ‘unreal’.

I’m sitting here at 03:40 British Summer Time, waiting for lives on Candy Crush. Not because I’m addicted to the game but because I’m scared to sleep; it’s dark and all of my items of comfort are at my mother’s house, not at University with me.

I’m in a new house; it’s a flat in what used to be an old cotton mill. It’s very dark while the curtains in my room refuse to keep out any light. I’m back in the city; I haven’t been here for approximately four months. And now I can’t sleep.

I’m not scared of the dark per say, more of what or who could be hiding in it. And living in a building that used to be a cotton mill isn’t helping much. Oh I’m very comfortable during the day, it is a beautiful place to live, but it’s as soon as I go to drift of to sleep that my mind won’t shut off. I am a countryside girl at heart and no matter what happens I don’t think I am ever going to be able to give up that part of me. There are so many noises in the city, which are driving me around the twist.

I’m a light sleeper, and I can hear the loud footfalls of people two and three floors above me. Only my sleepy head won’t let me believe the logical.

There’s always a faint glimmer of light filtering into my room; it’s either the security light from outside, or there is a little green light which is the sensor for the security light. Along with those annoying me, they scaring the hell out of me as I turn over in my sleep. (Last year I had a single bed and I’m still in the habit of being in the first stages of waking when I need to shift in sleep. never really want to roll out of bed. The floor hurts.)

It’s freezing near my room if the heating has been left off; I live in one of the basement rooms of the flat. The features they boast does nothing for the cold and my fears. I watched far too many ghost hunting series as a child. I’d rather have complete darkness, than being able to see something. Some how I can manage at home, the only light I get is that of the stars, and the stars mean freedom. There are no stars in the inner city.

I want to be able to sleep peacefully, but can’t. I’m still adjusting to having my iPod on as I sleep; I’m thinking about picking up some cheap speakers. I’d rather sleep to music than the noises of the building adjusting which will scare the life from me. It’ll get better, it’s got to. I’m here until July next year.