And wow, was that a run-on sentence or what.
So, I'm in lounging pjs and curled up on the couch. I did manage to get the dishes done, and I took the butter out to soften so that Alicia and I can do some baking later on, but for now, I'm taking it easy. Which means letting the kids watch DVD's. And I've made a startling revelation.
If you ever need a plot bunny, just get sick. Having a brain working in weird and mysterious ways is the best way to come up with new story ideas. Not that I needed *more* plot bunnies, but...gotta say, I'm loving some of the ones that have popped up. I'm hastily writing notes before I lose them and then when I'm feeling better, I'll re-read to see if any are worth keeping.
And can I say...I do adore Disney's "The Hunchback of Notre Dame." Oh, not for the way they bastardized the original story, because Hugo is one of my favorite authors and this is definitely one of my favorite novels, but for the movie's plush artwork and magnificent score. The colors in it are just beautiful, and *so* makes me want to go back to Paris. And Frollo's "Hellfire"? Guh. One of the creepiest, most sensual things I've ever seen or heard. I have a feeling that number is responsible for one of the rather dark bunnies that popped into my head this morning. But then again, visiting Notre Dame for real was one of the most intense experiences I've ever had. It's just one of those places that *gets* to me, for some reason. Churches aren't usually a big deal for me, but this...this isn't about being a church, or about the amazing architecture, or the history. It's about all of that, and none of that, and more. Which makes absolutely no sense to anyone but me, I'm sure. Just another symptom of my rambling brain at the moment.