Today I went to my first pool party, so that must mean that summer is truly here! There's less than a week until my birthday too, another thing that makes me happy. Sadly enough, I've been too lazy to really start any summer drawing, but I will soon enough. I need to keep on working on my manga. I promised myself I would finish it! rawr!
I've been playing a lot of FFVII:Crisis Core and Phantasy Star Online lately, two of my favorite games. I should draw some PSO fanart... now that's something you don't see everyday.
Another thing I've been doing a lot of now that school is out is writing. Of course I am still writing about Reno incessantly, since I incorrigible when it comes to that, but I've also started helping my friend Sam write a script to the RPG he is coding at the moment. And then there is my novel, which I sort of epic failed at keeping up with posting here. Basically, there's a lot of typing I need to do. XD
Meh, I meant for this to be longer, but I'm tired now. Adios, Space Cowboys!
Abel looked at his reflection in the dark glassy surface of the cup of tea before him. It seemed to be calling to him. "Drink me! Drink me!" it said in entrancing tones, and Abel couldn't dare refuse it.
"Just a bit longer my dear, and I shall!" he thought, looking around frantically for the sugar bowl. Where had he put it? Cursing his forgetfulness, Abel began to search every cabinet in the room. It wasn't often that he had time to spend alone with his tea, and a dearth of sugar was not going ruin his perfect moment! Eventually, the sugar was found and Abel dashed frantically back to the side of his beautiful cup of tea. He poured in the milk, taking joy in watching the swirls it created.
"Oh, I should think there is nothing more beautiful than this, nothing at all!" thought Abel, now beginning to spoon in sugar cube after sugar cube. 9... 10... 11... 12... 13... 14... "There!"
Now grinning foolishly, Abel closed his eyes as he brought the gold rimmed cup to his lips. He inhaled deeply and let the warmth of the steam and the aroma bathe his nostril. He touched the cup to his lower lip. It was almost there. He could nearly taste. He began to the tip the cup back and-
"Father! There you are!"
Abel jumped. There was an almighty crash, and suddenly the tea was gone. Crashed to the ground and spilled on his face and robes. Abel looked down at his lost lover. He had killed her... She was not coming back.
"Father Abel, I am so sorry! Please let me-"
Abel raised his hand, silencing the young nun.
"Please Miss Esther," he said, his voice wavering. "Now is not the time for words."
Sheesh... that was an exhausting chapter to write. Anyway, I finished chapter 3 of Returner and have posted it. Please tell me what you think!
Writing my "Returner" story is really going to be a learning experience for me. Never before in my life have I done so much research willingly. The way of the samurai and the code of bushido has always fascinated me, but never before have I known so much about it! I really wanted this story to be as accurate as it possibly could be, coming from the perspective of a girl who has never lived in Edo Japan (not that anyone alive today has... except maybe the world's oldest living man, Tomoji Tanabe).
Right now I'm working on reading "The Soul of the Samurai" by Thomas Cleary, which is four translated works originally written by Bushido masters. It's fascinating. I'm also doing a lot of research on the Edo period itself, which is just as intriguing. So yes, I've been spending my entire break doing research on Feudal Japan essentially. Well, at least I'll rock the heck out of those essays I have to do.
