Running and writing

Whereas yesterday was about singing and the wonders of well-fitting garment, today my brain turns to fitness and world-building.

Do they go together? Not overtly, but I do aquire a good amount of ideas while I'm jogging along. Especially if my iPod is playing something inspiring. Today, I can't find my iPod (no shock to anyone who actually knows me), and yet my brain was just cranking out little plot points and details and character aspects. I'm building what will probably be this Novembers NaNoWrimo novel.

Those of you who may have read my writing blog know that last year I re-wrote the re-write of a story I've been working on for YEARS, now. And I'm not done. It needs much more re-doing. I pretty much have 3 stories in my head and have never really written anything but these three stories in various incarnations- either screenplay or novel.

This story I'm working on now is what I refer to as my fantasy story. I think one the last posts on my writing blog contained a random excerpt of my new idea. This is the story that has evolve from very juvenile daydreams, to totally lame Star Trek fan-fiction (I'm not joking...) to a sparsely supported short story and now hopefully it's blossoming into a real epic fantasy. Epic is a tough word for me to swallow- I am the last person who should be allowed to apply that to my writing. But it's the genre I dream of being placed in, and I dream BIG. So, bite me.

Sometimes its the strangest things that give you the material to flesh out a plot. In this case it was that Philippa Gregory book, The Other Boleyn Girl. I am just horrified and fascinated at the abuse of power in the Royal family. And thus, I've found an enviroment that creates enough conflict and dynamics to fill in the lame aspects of my story. It won't be England, possibly not even Earth- but there will be royalty, a court, and a festering problem of pride and ambition threatening all involved.

These are the things that occupy my brain. Not groceries or current events. I'm making up a planet. What are YOU doing?

Ha! That was arrogant. I couldn't resist. It makes me feel less guilty about my piling laundry and my utter lack of regard for current events.

Did I mention I ran today? It was the first time since Matt and I ran California International Marathon. (I was finisher #5612...5 hours, 39 minutes) I had to wait so long to run again because I killed my leg in the race and could barely walk afterward. It felt good to get out there again. And I was starting to wig out and get crazy when I'd see someone else jogging. Yeah, I'm one of THOSE people. In my case, the running madness is hereditary. So, I can't help it just like I can't help but be drawn to Macy's red tag sales or prevent myself from sitting with my hand on my cheek like Grandma used to.