I'm Still Here

Wed, 14 May 2008 13:59:38 GMT

The move, illness, and stress have really scared away my muses.

I eventually hope to return to things I've posted, though The Devils Quest chapters may not get posted. I've discovered Chapter 5 is missing entirely. It's in a separate folder... somewhere.

This Journal has been "Hijacked" - And it's a good thing

Mon, 24 Sep 2007 17:46:41 GMT

No, no one has stolen this journal.

Starting today, this LJ account is going to be used for the posting of an as-of-today untitled fantasy story.

Posts about the story will be "Friends Only", so if you want to read the serialised posts, you need to let purrzah know, by contacting her through her LJ e-mail. :)

Out-Of-Character

Thu, 16 Feb 2006 17:59:29 GMT

Just to keep the journal active.

May be switching uses for this Journal.

Dear Diary;

Mon, 07 Jun 2004 05:19:12 GMT

A bloody pound. A whole pound. What a waste. I can't believe I spent the first whole pound I've had in me pocket for, ye gods, I can't remember how long, on a book.

A blank book.

She's absofluten crazy. What good does it do for someone like I, a street-schooled little tramp, to be writin my thoughts in a book. Not that anyone's gonna notice. I ain't even a good writer. Lucky, I 'spose, that I can write at all.

Anyway.

So, I'm visitin' up at the big house. Not that I go there much anymore. Not since da died an ma was taken to the A-sy-lum. They don't want nothin' to do with sorts like me. But Miss Victoria... she's still me good friend. She still invites me up to tea and those fancy things. Still sets aside her old dresses so I can fancy up. Anyhow, I'm visitin' her there and she up and says I should write a journal. I ask her what she bloody means. She says it's all the fashion for ladies to write about their dreams and lovers in books. A diary she also calls it.

Dreams and lovers. Feh.

Well, she hands me a pound note and says I should go and get me a book, somethin' nice, and write in it. So, I hop down and it cost the entire pound for the book. I had to scrape out of me own pocket for the pen and ink, and that was almost as much!

I've had the bloody thing for a month now. Never thought of nothin' to put into it until now. God, I wish I still didn't.

Miss Victoria's gone missin'.

Lots o' people go missin'. Some on purpose 'cause the heat's on, you know what I mean. Some because of the heat. Some just accidental. Some for no good reason but they don't get noticed much because they is low-folk like me.

Someone like Miss Victoria ain't low folk. She's gone missin' and they at the big house is all in an uproar. Nearly got me head pounded in by the cook fer showin' up the day she gone. Blamin' me for it. Can you imagine? I love Miss Victoria. She's been me best friend since I were a tot.

I got to find her, I do. Can't let no one like sweet Miss Victoria fall into no dirty hands. The big house is waitin' for a ransom note. It's been too long. Somethin' else is happenin', and I'm gonna find out what.

But...

Where do I start?

Dream a Dream

I'm Still Here

This Journal has been "Hijacked" - And it's a good thing

Out-Of-Character

Dear Diary;