I don't know what the hell I'm doing.
Oct. 13th, 2008 05:10 pmI'm thinking what I'm going to do for my next four days off (Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday) is throw out The Grand Prize Winner and The Hollow Girl.
Oh, not like that. Duh.
I think my problem is that I've been focusing on those stories because I really like the story I'm building in The Hollow Girl and I'm pretty much halfway done with The Grand Prize Winner, so it's just a matter of getting over that hump and sliding downhill towards the ending. (Well, theoretically, anyway.) And there's nothing wrong with focusing on them, except I've just had my sights set on finishing them for so long that they're all I'm seeing. Plus, there's the fact that I feel like they're reining me in. Not in a bad way, really, just ... well.
I write a lot easier when I just write freely and be silly and sarcastic and dark and twisted and weird when the occasion calls for it. It's a lot like tripping gleefully towards an ending ... eventually ... when I get there ... no, I swear, I'll get there sooner or later, just let me tell you this funny story about the lead character finding a squid in his pants ...
The Grand Prize Winner isn't a big jokefest, and I've had the rest of the story mapped out for a while now. The Hollow Girl is ... well, it's not silly, and it's not weird, and squids are not just going to magically appear in people's pants. They would in the Books of Boggs, and if I didn't want to try something new I'd leap right into that file full of unfinished but loosely-planned-out books in a heartbeat.
So here's what I'm thinking. I'm thinking of pulling a John Ringo this weekend.
I'm just going to start writing a fucking train wreck. No rules, no boundaries, no "Oh, gosh, maybe I shouldn't go THAT far" ... I'm going to take the first two days of my weekend and throw everything I like to read or write at a wall and see what sticks. And when I say "everything I like to read or write," I mean even the out-there weird villified-by-trolls-on-
fandomsecrets kind of shit. I may even resort to picking up a six-pack of Smirnoff, getting plastered, unplugging the internet, and seeing just how far down the motherfucking rabbit hole I can go.
So, yes. This will be a booze-filled weekend of free-for-all writing with a classic rock soundtrack. I may even spend the entire weekend in my leather jacket, teeny red dress and FMQ boots. You don't know. (And frankly, neither do I.)
Is it pathetic to wear bar clothes around the house just to get in a writing mood? 'Cause, yes, I'll be doing that.
Oh, not like that. Duh.
I think my problem is that I've been focusing on those stories because I really like the story I'm building in The Hollow Girl and I'm pretty much halfway done with The Grand Prize Winner, so it's just a matter of getting over that hump and sliding downhill towards the ending. (Well, theoretically, anyway.) And there's nothing wrong with focusing on them, except I've just had my sights set on finishing them for so long that they're all I'm seeing. Plus, there's the fact that I feel like they're reining me in. Not in a bad way, really, just ... well.
I write a lot easier when I just write freely and be silly and sarcastic and dark and twisted and weird when the occasion calls for it. It's a lot like tripping gleefully towards an ending ... eventually ... when I get there ... no, I swear, I'll get there sooner or later, just let me tell you this funny story about the lead character finding a squid in his pants ...
The Grand Prize Winner isn't a big jokefest, and I've had the rest of the story mapped out for a while now. The Hollow Girl is ... well, it's not silly, and it's not weird, and squids are not just going to magically appear in people's pants. They would in the Books of Boggs, and if I didn't want to try something new I'd leap right into that file full of unfinished but loosely-planned-out books in a heartbeat.
So here's what I'm thinking. I'm thinking of pulling a John Ringo this weekend.
I'm just going to start writing a fucking train wreck. No rules, no boundaries, no "Oh, gosh, maybe I shouldn't go THAT far" ... I'm going to take the first two days of my weekend and throw everything I like to read or write at a wall and see what sticks. And when I say "everything I like to read or write," I mean even the out-there weird villified-by-trolls-on-
So, yes. This will be a booze-filled weekend of free-for-all writing with a classic rock soundtrack. I may even spend the entire weekend in my leather jacket, teeny red dress and FMQ boots. You don't know. (And frankly, neither do I.)
Is it pathetic to wear bar clothes around the house just to get in a writing mood? 'Cause, yes, I'll be doing that.
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Date: 2008-10-13 09:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-13 10:10 pm (UTC)Whatever else you can say about the Ghost/Keldara series (and there is so much that can be said), by God, they are a compelling read.
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Date: 2008-10-13 09:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-13 10:21 pm (UTC)Dude, not at all. Whatever gets you in the mood to right is good. And you can wear whatever you want in your own home. :)
Of course, I wear my tiara when I'm sweeping my floor so... take my comments as you will. :)
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Date: 2008-10-13 10:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-13 11:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-14 12:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-14 12:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-14 12:28 am (UTC)Look on the bright side: You'll have money, you won't catch concrud, and, you won't be a casualty in the Misogyny Yay?/Nay? panel.
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Date: 2008-10-13 10:57 pm (UTC)I say...
To you, my dear authoress whose work I would love to hold in my hands, I say...
YOU KILL THOSE MOTHERFUCKING VAMPIRES DEAD!
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Date: 2008-10-13 11:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-13 11:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-14 02:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-14 11:49 am (UTC)(PS: You're SO not the only person who does that... *cough*)