Where'd the Weekend Go?

I can't believe it's already Sunday night. So much for yesterday's post. I've already forgotten what I was going to write about...

Today was a fairly good day. It was nice and slow. Very good for relaxing, in fact.

Our choir sang Palestrina's Missa Ave Maria again today for the Feast of the Immaculate Heart. I think it went better today than it did last week, actually. We always seem to work the bugs out on our second time around. This Mass does mark my last sung High Mass for awhile, though. I officially notified the director of my decision to take a break for the semester at least. It went over a lot easier than I thought it would, actually. My director did rope me into promising that I'd come back to sing the big Mass for All Saints' Day, however. I don't mind though. I suspect that by then I'll be more than ready to go back upstairs, but we'll see.

Husband and I spent the day at my parents' house, which was really nice. The Man In Black was there as well, which was a lot of fun. Father has a great sense of humour and the afternoon passed quickly with many outbursts of laughter.

I really can't believe that I'll be back to school next Monday. This summer just seemed to fly by. I need to make sure I get all of my financial aid worked out tomorrow (the school totally messed up my scholarships... GRRR...) and I have to order my textbooks if I'm going to get them on time.

Other than that, the weekend was pretty uneventful. I did get bitten by another plot bunny, though. This time I can actually say that's it's a genuine plot bunny, too. I had a fantastically vivid dream a few nights ago and amazingly I remembered it when I woke up. The dream was only about 5 minutes in the life of my characters, but when I woke up I found that I knew everything about them. I know what's going to happen from beginning to end. AND, which is even more exciting, it's original fiction. No fan fiction here at all! Yay!

I've always felt a little insecure trying to write original fiction. I never felt quite up to being able to do thorough enough research (especially for period pieces) and I was never able to find a story line I thought was strong enough to carry a whole novel. Basically, I was afraid of making a mistake or writing something that wouldn't be worth anyone's time to read. But I'm feeling really confident about this one. It is a period piece, so I'll have to do some research, but I think I'm going to wait until I get everything down on paper, otherwise I'll never actually start writing. Plus, I have an awesome friend who I know I can turn to if I run into any brick walls. It's really convenient to have a historian friend sometimes... ;)

That being said, I'm going to wrap this up and get started writing before my characters decide to mutiny because I'm not giving them the attention they deserve.