So, life goes whacko for a while and it seems my brain takes that as a sign that it must generate a bazillion new story ideas that
must be written right now omg! and then I get all flustered and have to slouch down to my cave for a while until life calms down and The Muse stops whipping plots at me like darts through her bony fingers. Life has not exactly calmed down, but I’ve been working steadily on one story for a while now, when I can, so I’m taking that as a good thing.
Now, usually I don’t name a story until it’s finished. I go with a horrible computer filing system wherein my WIPs are labeled stupid things like ‘#515’ or ‘Mage with scar’, but at least they’re all in one place now (I used to have them scattered all over my computer and had to search random folders just to find the one I wanted to work on; I found one once in a folder labeled ‘recipes’ so go figure) so that’s an improvement. But this one has ended up with a name--
Blue on Black. There is a reason for that, and it does have something to do with the plot and the characters, but I have to confess that the main reason I went against my usual (stupid) system was because I realized that if I allowed this story to name itself
Blue on Black, I could then call it
BoB. So I am currently writing a steampunky fantasy involving a train and I call that story
BoB. Thank you, yes, I realize my head makes no sense to anyone who lives outside of it.
Anyway.
( Oh, look--more clowns! )