Greetings everyone, I have very recently begun (just yesterday) to type a tale which can not be very well defined just yet as there are a mere two and a half pages about and slowly being developed. There are many things I have yet to consider. To give an overview of what I have in store: There will be forms of romance, but this will be far from a romantic novel. Sex will also be present, and probably the primary form of romance, but will be described in a poetic fashion of ecstasy. Violence to a degree will also be described, as will be the daily things in life. Oh yes and there may be a vampire (certainly). Plans for Plot Development: Mass and Sex (and drinking by the vampire) will be the things that bring about major revelations, though not always within themselves. Daily issues will be there to create the world on the other hand. Short Term Goals: (Hopefully to be completed by the end of Week 1 which the final day of is the upcoming Saturday; 2/27/16) -Names for MC's -Country chosen/city -Non-vampyric's occupation known to writer -Plot Goals (subsection to Short Term) -End of Mass. -Area Surrounding Church -Encounter (MC's) -***There may be more, but it is unclear how the encounter will take place nor the reactions. Long Term Goals: (By the End of the First Four Weeks; 3/19/16) -Character's Relationship Set Up -First Couple Feedings -***These are highly set to change and will be updated as time goes by and more is learned of the world and characters by the writer. End Term Goals: -Plot-wise the first paragraph MAY be the end goal. -Perhaps a secondary subplot for one of the MC's, or both. -A tale that is mundane in its drawing of the world, grotesque in its feeding, romantic in its ecstatic sex. This journal is here for two reasons, the latter of which causes me to be nervous, though the first does too. 1. I am putting this here to make sure I know where I am headed and what I have planned and to see how I am actually progressing to how I should be progressing (time wise). 2. To obtain input from fellow members (through PM) on my goals and the very beginning which I will post here at the bottom containing with it all the alternative words I have in mind. Enjoy. Excerpt: There is a certain sadness in her eyes deep in the sea of immortality unlike any other. There is nothing that remains in this realm that could remind any that had passed her of such...dark beauty. Where there was nothingness, where there was darkness. There she was alone in the night in pursuit of a soul. There is an emptiness within her beating heart, that beats no more, that could not be filled with all the droplets of water in the clouds of the sky or those droplets stirring through creeks and rivers into lakes and oceans. An emptiness filled by blood remaining unquenched. It is her veins that are the thrashing rivers of the world, her silky hair that falls freely nestling her cheeks and down her back, it is her dress of night that is the darkness that enshrouds the world when the Sun sets and the Moon rises with a pale white glare and the companionship of stars that keep the world enlightened to the barest of extents. And it is her eyes that are these mighty celestial bodies that shine and are visible at all moments of the day with one being dominant of the other at other hours. As the moonlight glistens in the void above that shroud of eternal dark that covers her breasts, those slight gentle mountains with a thin valley keeping separate the two white as snow as the whole of her body, and that shroud which covers near the whole world save her feet upon which she could have glided on. And as such was covered, as had I adorned to contrast the paleness of her errorless(smooth) skin with the void of the night. Void of love and of hate, of soul and of blood. That day there was no blue, no sky, no Sun. That day no such thing could exist. Had they existed the horror would not have befallen me and I, I a mere man birthed to some mere weeks before, would not have entered a realm to which did not exist anymore than the realm of Valhalla existed to the Holy Men I had gone to visit. No. No blue, no sky and no Sun that day to speak of. Rain pattered down on the roof/top of the Holy House as a crowd(mass) gathered and their skins reflected the light of the burning wax sticks atop chandeliers, what a perilous form of lighting so high up near the wooden top for the sake of elegance, and at front and center upon the altar where the Holy Men would soon be before the mass, of which I was, with their rears to the Sacrifice. The Sacrifice, made of cut tree in the shape of Burden and a man hanging off it, represented death for all and absolution for each. The walls and floor and top complete of tree and unseldom(often) to be devoured by heat. Save the altar and (the) chandeliers no decorative forms could be discovered lest the simplicity of it all be found elegant by some eye. The rain pattered down with far more furious attack(aggression) than prior to the extent of which the mass fell to their knees, their hands stuck flat together, their heads fallen down as if to avoid the glance of eyes of some Epic Lord standing above them and all around whispers; the vocals as of demons (daemons). And I, I sat down removing my hat in respect to being beneath the top. Glancing round the mass I beheld a sight of faith undeniable, undisturbed till disturbed by a silent, but thunderous (in relation to the level of sound within the walls/room), steps entering the altar of a being dressed in a black (?) cassock with buttons from top to bottom, numbered thirty-three, covering much like a lady's dress. To this sound and sight all rise, save I who slowly, very slowly follows suit in respect to the daily duties. The being starts to mutter some sounds as my mind sauntered someplace away with tales of days prior to where I was a child(?). The Sun was risen above and to it I looked only to be scolded by searing blindness and my mother. My mother's hand flatly striked the top of my head, which was guarded by a gentle layer of hair, and scoldingly questioned, "For what reason do you look at the bright sky? To be blinded like a fool?" To which I innocently answered, "Mama, but I wanted to see the eye of..." And so my mother curtly interrupted, "You can not see Him and if you could, you could see him all around not only up there. Soon you will go pray to him and confess all you did wrong and make sure not to misbehave in His House." "Okay mama. Will papa take me with him to go fishing when we get back? He promised." "He is busy and could not even make it to come with us to pray," was the answer given to me. "But mama he promised." "Shh. We're going inside."