Double ugh HOMIGOD.
Apr. 9th, 2008 11:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosThe long version:
Okay, I've been staring at the computer screen trying to finish actual chapters all day and all my brain has wanted to do is write dialogue. I think it's because my brain has decided that now that I have a pretty decent idea of how I'm ending the novel, it now wants me to see if I can outline the whole damn thing. Which means holding off on finishing chapters to pretty much write all of the dialogue for the entire book. At this point that's something like twenty more chapters which, ARGH. And I totally could do it -- hell, I could probably do it by the time I have to go to work tomorrow, dialogue's easy -- but I haven't eaten in eight hours and I kinda want to punch Spike from Top Chef in the kidneys and even staring at pretty boys making out isn't making my shoulders stop feeling all tight and the longer I stare at my computer screen the more tempted I am to work on my Bigbang instead of my novel.
The tl;dr version:
Fuck it. I'm going to Wal-Mart for crab legs.
Okay, I've been staring at the computer screen trying to finish actual chapters all day and all my brain has wanted to do is write dialogue. I think it's because my brain has decided that now that I have a pretty decent idea of how I'm ending the novel, it now wants me to see if I can outline the whole damn thing. Which means holding off on finishing chapters to pretty much write all of the dialogue for the entire book. At this point that's something like twenty more chapters which, ARGH. And I totally could do it -- hell, I could probably do it by the time I have to go to work tomorrow, dialogue's easy -- but I haven't eaten in eight hours and I kinda want to punch Spike from Top Chef in the kidneys and even staring at pretty boys making out isn't making my shoulders stop feeling all tight and the longer I stare at my computer screen the more tempted I am to work on my Bigbang instead of my novel.
The tl;dr version:
Fuck it. I'm going to Wal-Mart for crab legs.
