I am terribly sorry for my lack of updates--school and work has completely consumed all of my free-time. I am currently two weeks into my second semester at Northern Arizona University, and I am in love. No, not in that way (actually, yes, I am, but that's not what I'm referring to); rather, I have finally started taking real English classes that are actually relevant to my major. Right now I'm enrolled in an American Literature from Colonial Time to 1865 class, as well as American Literature from 1865 to Present class. I have the same professor for both classes, and at first I was nervous to put all of my eggs in one basket. Luckily, my professor is wonderful. I couldn't ask for a better professor to ease me into my major.
So, I've been reading a lot of old short stories and poems by Puritans and naturalists and such. I'm having a total blast. This just in: Jack London is a total bad-ass.
Also, after a few months of hemming and hawing, Boot Hill has had a recent resurgence; with the help of my wonderful roommate and friend Kiel (who is, I shit you not, a contemporary version of Lindsey, mannerism- and personality-wise), Hunter and I were able to come up with the skeleton of a magic system that we will be using for the story. Magic has always been difficult for me to create, so in the past I have glossed over it, promising to return to it at a later date. At this point though, it is the later date; the magic system has become imperative to my telling of story, and it could no longer be ignored.
I'll kind of be vaguely spoilery by saying that it has something to do with spirits of the dead. That is all :)