A Glimpse of Chirrratka
The nearly-frozen rain only just stopped trickling on the roof. I like the sound of rain, especially the nearly-frozen kind. It almost crackles, but that's not quite the right sound. Normal rain – which is also lovely – patters. Near-frozen rain tinkles a bit like hail; it's a bit sharper, a bit higher, but just as soothing.
Strangely enough, I have a pretty good job. I'm always expecting something apocalyptic to happen: I'll make some blunder and THEN they'll finally realize I'm not fit for the job and boot me right out. "Always" was not the right word. I am uniformly decreasingly expecting. I think I might even be relatively competent, but I think man has a habit of fearing.
WERBEL. I'm becoming a little infatuated with my elementals, but I really have to complete Werbel first. Even then, I still have to complete Jacob Jacobsson. My excuse is that the excerpts have just been general exercises – even if they have been about elementals. Don't tell anybody though.
Werbel, Werbel, Werbel. I made that name up so many years ago. If I take a step back and look at all the other names out there, "Werbel" seems plain weird. When I look at the boy himself, in the context of his family and his life, it's the perfect name, and none other would do. I don't remember what Jalek's name used to be, but "Jalek" is way better. I am also very fond of the name "Brind." I have been told the lizards' names aren't quite palatable, but Chirrratka has to stay. I can hardly ever remember how to spell Rrrassiktchyakachrrr, so he's probably changeable. Rrraktotrrraka, I suppose, can get most any name he likes since his title is the librarian (even though it's his study, not his library). Vrrraka and Krrama might have to stay; I'm not sure.
For Werbel, I really just have to reread what I've written. I've become too distant from that boy's story. I don't feel what's going on anymore. I'll get back to it though.
I have an ongoing, troubling dichotomy: I always want to read or write while, at the same time, I always want to do other things. It's nearly 9, which means it's nearly 10, which means it's nearly a reasonable time to start going to bed, which means it's nearly time actually to start going to bed, which means it's nearly time to wake up, which means it's nearly time to go to work, which means I'll have to be relatively focused for a bunch of hours whilst not writing about Werbel or Jacob or my elementals!
I know extremely little about the fire elementals at the moment, so I'm not allowed to write about them anyway. I know nearly nothing about Jacob, but he's a cyborg, so that's flippin sweet. I want to be a cyborg. I'd totally GPS all up in my brain, along with a calendar, calculator, infrared & ultraviolet vision, X-ray vision, an AED, and at least some kind of lighter/combustion apparatus. I think that'd be a pretty good start. The next stage of enhancements would need to include some kind of laser or built-in weapon. Whew. Anyway, I know nothing about Jacob, but he's just going to be charming and frustrated and time-traveling and whatnot. I'm not too worried about him – not yet anyway.
Words. I like words. I need more words. I need more input and output and words. And possibly chocolate milk. Or "Time Is On My Side" by the Rolling Stones. Oi. Well, I'm going to drink water and then get chocolate milk. BRB...
I was trying to imagine how Chirrratka would look. I don't draw very well at all. Thus, I cannot depict what's in my heart, but this (which I found by googling "argonian assassin") is starting to come close:
I want him to be dark but well-dressed – among so many other traits. I'll have to think about his appearance more.
When I wrote "depict," I thought of someone saying, "you put the EPIC in depict," which reminded me of a similar quirky thought I had earlier today: "You put the INTER in international." Look it up; it gave me gleeful, sadistic thoughts.
For now, I'm going to drink chocolate milk and play a video game.
Ooh rah and whatnot.
Strangely enough, I have a pretty good job. I'm always expecting something apocalyptic to happen: I'll make some blunder and THEN they'll finally realize I'm not fit for the job and boot me right out. "Always" was not the right word. I am uniformly decreasingly expecting. I think I might even be relatively competent, but I think man has a habit of fearing.
WERBEL. I'm becoming a little infatuated with my elementals, but I really have to complete Werbel first. Even then, I still have to complete Jacob Jacobsson. My excuse is that the excerpts have just been general exercises – even if they have been about elementals. Don't tell anybody though.
Werbel, Werbel, Werbel. I made that name up so many years ago. If I take a step back and look at all the other names out there, "Werbel" seems plain weird. When I look at the boy himself, in the context of his family and his life, it's the perfect name, and none other would do. I don't remember what Jalek's name used to be, but "Jalek" is way better. I am also very fond of the name "Brind." I have been told the lizards' names aren't quite palatable, but Chirrratka has to stay. I can hardly ever remember how to spell Rrrassiktchyakachrrr, so he's probably changeable. Rrraktotrrraka, I suppose, can get most any name he likes since his title is the librarian (even though it's his study, not his library). Vrrraka and Krrama might have to stay; I'm not sure.
For Werbel, I really just have to reread what I've written. I've become too distant from that boy's story. I don't feel what's going on anymore. I'll get back to it though.
I have an ongoing, troubling dichotomy: I always want to read or write while, at the same time, I always want to do other things. It's nearly 9, which means it's nearly 10, which means it's nearly a reasonable time to start going to bed, which means it's nearly time actually to start going to bed, which means it's nearly time to wake up, which means it's nearly time to go to work, which means I'll have to be relatively focused for a bunch of hours whilst not writing about Werbel or Jacob or my elementals!
I know extremely little about the fire elementals at the moment, so I'm not allowed to write about them anyway. I know nearly nothing about Jacob, but he's a cyborg, so that's flippin sweet. I want to be a cyborg. I'd totally GPS all up in my brain, along with a calendar, calculator, infrared & ultraviolet vision, X-ray vision, an AED, and at least some kind of lighter/combustion apparatus. I think that'd be a pretty good start. The next stage of enhancements would need to include some kind of laser or built-in weapon. Whew. Anyway, I know nothing about Jacob, but he's just going to be charming and frustrated and time-traveling and whatnot. I'm not too worried about him – not yet anyway.
Words. I like words. I need more words. I need more input and output and words. And possibly chocolate milk. Or "Time Is On My Side" by the Rolling Stones. Oi. Well, I'm going to drink water and then get chocolate milk. BRB...
I was trying to imagine how Chirrratka would look. I don't draw very well at all. Thus, I cannot depict what's in my heart, but this (which I found by googling "argonian assassin") is starting to come close:
I want him to be dark but well-dressed – among so many other traits. I'll have to think about his appearance more.
When I wrote "depict," I thought of someone saying, "you put the EPIC in depict," which reminded me of a similar quirky thought I had earlier today: "You put the INTER in international." Look it up; it gave me gleeful, sadistic thoughts.
For now, I'm going to drink chocolate milk and play a video game.
Ooh rah and whatnot.
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