DH and I watched August Rush again the other night. It’s one of my all time favorite movies. The music is amazing and it’s a real feel good story. And hey, Jonathan Rhys-Meyers is pretty to look at and listen to. Wish he’d do an album. He’s got such a great, gritty sort of voice. I decided on the spur of the moment that Conall’s best friend Ewan (the hero of the prequel to HiS) is an Irishman and a musician and might as well be played by JRM, because he’s far too pretty not to use for something. And wouldn’t you know that a nice obvious title occurred to me for the novella: Moondance. And then I actually started to get an inkling for a plot. What a concept. So I want to spend a bit of time this weekend working on the GMC for Ewan and Anya in their own story to see if I can’t flesh that out a bit more. I’m contemplating playing with the novella just to get myself into the world and find my voice again. I’ve been working slowly on HiS this week, and it’s been kind of uninspiring. I don’t know if it’s the scenes I’m trying to write or what. I think it’s more that I don’t know their voices yet so everything I’ve written so far sounds stilted and kind of blah. I suppose stilted and blah is better than no words at all. I just need to find my rhythm again.
In other news, I’m reading Kelley Armstrong‘s Stolen and Christine Feehan’s Dark Prince. The latter is an audiobook from the library, so it’s my in the car “reading”. The narrator is not outstanding, but I find myself interested nonetheless, so that’s good. And maybe I’ll do something radical and dip back into Dwight Swain’s Techniques of the Selling Writer this weekend. It’s rainy, so a good excuse to stay in and do a bit of cleaning out.