Close Your Eyes…

He whispered.  Slowly he leans in, gently places his lips on hers.  She starts, but he holds her there and closes his own eyes for a moment.  “Tristan!!!” screams his mother.

Ok, so what’s that about you might wonder (or you might not)?  Well its one short line from this book I’m writing.  Yes, I am writing a book, with more than 10 pages.  Hopefully hundreds of pages will be the result of this endeavor, maybe even more than one book.  I dunno maybe it will take volumes to fully place into words the epic story of Eris and Tristan.  Who are Eris and Tristan, you ask? Well they are my two new favorite people.  Eris is named after the goddess of chaos, because that is what she creates in this story…a big mess.  Tristan, well his name might change, I just like it for now.  I actually thought of naming one of my children Eris when and if I ever had children, because I like the name, but then I thought naming my kid after a pagan goddess of chaos may not be best idea, I don’t want to be asking for it when the terrible twos hit.  So I gave this character the name, she’s chaotic…not like Britney…more like, well me.  She has a lot of me in her, and Tristan is also modeled after a real person, well two real people.  Personality wise he’s modeled after my first ever BEST FRIEND, a boy I met in pre-school.  Physically, he’s the upgraded version of this kid who goes to my school who I don’t actually know, but is really really attractive, and totally is what Tristan should look like, if he were real.

So why is Tristan’s mom screaming…well he’s really young at this part of the story and so is Eris, only her name is not Eris yet.  I don’t have a name for her before she becomes Eris…I’m still thinking.  It should be nice, but not too blah.  Also they’re catholic.  Tristan’s parents are crazy strict, and when they catch him kissing Eris, though an innocent first kiss it was, they move with him to an all catholic community, like the new town Ave Maria in Florida being made by that Domino’s pizza gazillionaire.  Only its not 2008 its 1989 or 1990 something.  So while there weren’t really places like that back then,  well its a very conservative catholic town place, thingy.  I’ll work it out.

Also its a dark story…its kinda scary.  For me to write it even, I got scared today working on it.  Dark thoughts are not easy to have and not freak yourself out.  There’s also this religious element to it that runs through the back-story.  See Catholicism fascinates me, I’m a Protestant, but something about being catholic is alluring.  Not enough for me to adjust my faith, but enough so I can create characters who are deeply involved in and influenced by Catholicism, and one who is alot like me.

Also this is a type of therapy.  I miss my Tristan, I want to find him know where he is, and I wonder sometimes if he ever wants the same thing.  If I saw him tomorrow, would he know me?  I like to hope he would, and in this story its Tristan looking for her, and he recognizes her even when she doesn’t know herself.