Tuesday: Am trying to decide how to reveal to readers that there is in fact a character called RAFO, who previously was Beidomon, and that he killed Asmodean as I have told them on any number of bloody occasions.
Wednesday: Introduce a character called Shadar Posterius - roughly "Arse of the Dark"
Thursday: Sod the bloody wheel of time. Stupid series anyway. Now, where was I with my conan project?
Friday: Ok, I'm over my little blow-up yesterday. Trying to reveal a new ajah but I'm short on ajah colours. Favourite is Orange Ajah.
Saturday: Discounted Orange Ajah for two reasons: 1) Orange is a mixture of red and yellow, thus orange sisters would hunt down male channellers and gentle them, then promptly heal them again. Not really much point to doing this. 2) Orange Ajah - it sounds horrible. Try saying it really quickly OH-RIN-JA-JA-OH-RIN-JA-JA-OH-RIN-JA-JA
Sunday: Smoked my pipe. Tried to draw to much of the True Smoke than was good for me, and burnt my throat out. Appealed to my wife for healing - she just sniffed,
Monday: Just remembered telling someone when they asked "Who is Taim?" that it was Rafo. This works out well because shortly after Rafo killed Asmodean, he appears to Rand claiming to be Taim. Forethought or what!
Tuesday: Character Idea - Shadar Nasalir "Nose of the Dark" Also I may kill off someone important today.
Wednesday: Well, I did kill off someone important - Shot Alannis Morrisette! Right between the eyes! Take that you miserable bitch! Perhaps I should've just killed off one of my important characters instead.
Thursday: OK I'm now going to reveal that Mesanna is infact none other than ]
Next Installment coming soon. ~DarkHound.
[Saturday: Completed first draft of Thom rescuing Moraine from the
*fins. Thom enters the tower of ghenjei, wherby the foxy people say "You
ain't got no Iron, or musical instruments, or the means to make a fire
have you, colourful one?".
"Absolutely not. Wouldn't dream of it, vulpine one." says Thom hiding
his iron flame-throwing-trumpet behind his back. And so forth. I hope
readers
will cope with the revelation that Moraine and Lanfear have become firm
friends in their captivity.
Sunday: For the sake of balance, I shall make it so that a myrddraal can be turned to the light, using 13 Aes Sedai channeling through 13 tinkers. The rebel AS will do this to a stray fade, and give him the chance to redeem himself by being Egwene's warder.
Monday: I am really happy with todays work. Basically, the presence of Egwene's light-serving-fade-warder, or Dave as he becomes known, causes Halima/Arangar to do a runner. To make Dave fit in better and not feel left out, the AS draw a pair of lovely blue eyes on his face.
Tuesday: The development of Dave is very exciting. One of the unexpected properties of turning fades to the light, is that when they look at you, you feel really happy. there is now a saying amongst the rebel AS, "The look of the eyeless is nice".
Thursday: Oh my god, what happened to Wednesday? I must be overdoing it. I'll have to slow down. Two years between books is far to quick.
Friday: Drafted an emotional scene where Lanfear (who has renounced the
DO) and Moraine unfortunately are stilled, and as yet are unaware that
this can be
healed. They are sitting at lunch discussing knitting and housework and
other such womanly matters, trying to avoid the subject. Thom asks
Moraine if she would like ketchup for her fries, at which Moraine
promptly bursts into tears. Lanfear berates Thom's lack of sensitivity:
"Ketchup! Ketchup! You idiot gleeman."
"What's wrong with that?"
"We have been stilled, fool."
"So? I don't understand."
"We can sense the sauce, but we can't touch the sauce!"
Saturday: New character. Shadar Genitalus - roughly "testicle of the dark"
Sunday: I am getting these headaches, such terrible headaches. My wife seems to be able to make them go away, though. She puts her hands on my head, smiles a strange grin and says "Put yourself in my hands, bobby. In my hands. You are safe, in my hands." I have a strange feeling of deja-vu.
Monday: Now my dreams are unsafe. Nightmares tear at my mind, and leave me screaming in a puddle of my own wee-wee. As I sat bolt upright this morning, my wife was standing in the shadows of the bedroom. For a moment, I detected flames in her eyes and mouth, and she said something like "You are mine, loose herring". I am getting worried.
Tuesday: Turns out my wife wasn't a forsaken after all. It's just THAT TIME again. Tonight I will sleep in the woods with the snakes and spiders because it is safer.
Thursday: Not again! Who keeps stealing my bloody wednesdays?
Friday: Dave, fade of the light, and super warder, is sporting a new hair-piece. The AS and their warders are very kindly pretending not to notice. Egwene asks Dave to wear sunglasses b/c his "stare of warmth" has got the AS just a little to relaxed and happy. Dave complies, and now looks like Roy Orbison.]
That's all I can manage for now. More later (maybe)