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Oct. 25th, 2008 10:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosSo this is where I talk about my writing, I guess.
Heh. I'm thiiiiiis close to cracking 10k.
Anyway. I did end up taking that bit that I was starting chapter four with and putting it at the end of chapter three instead. I haven't been doing a lot of plotting ahead just yet but I think I'm going to have to start. I do know where I'm going with the whole thing, stuff that's going to happen and characters that haven't yet been introduced and whatnot.
I really think I have to sit down either tomorrow or Monday and sketch out a precise outline of the rest of the novel just like I did with The Grand Prize Winner. I've really been writing it up until this point the same way I end up writing my NaNo novels -- the whole "write first, edit later" thing. I think I'm approaching the wall where it stops being a free-for-all and I don't really have a choice about not planning anything out for a while.
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I just ... you know how you're writing something really great, and you're getting into it, and you put it aside for, say, a day? And then a day turns into two, and two turns into three, and ... well, the next thing you know, you've been away from it for months?
Um, yeah.
My goal tomorrow is one chapter of this and one chapter of The Hollow Girl. That should be easy enough, since I've got so many chapters of The Grand Prize Winner partly if not more than halfway finished. It means maybe 5,000 words between both chapters, give or take, which -- considering I have nowhere to go and nothing to do otherwise -- should be easy, just as long as I can get off my ass and finish, damn it.
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Okay, so. I'm leaning towards the OH TP NO story.
Right now, there's a zombie apocalypse. And a middle-aged hard-drinking kickass chick in the lead. And everybody left behind after the zombie apocalypse is severely fucked up for reasons I can't even get into right now, but suffice it to say a lot of people just don't give a shit anymore. And maybe a monster-fighting nun. I'm pretty much throwing shit at a wall and seeing what sticks.
What's really going to make this hard is that if I keep my job the entire month, I will have half as much time to write because my work schedule makes the days I do work almost useless. All I'm doing is sleeping, eating, and going to work. Writing is just not even on the schedule. However, I really want to try looking for a new job. I'm not all that keen on switching shifts regardless of the change to a different job, and I'm not all THAT enthused about the job in question (I don't hate it, but still) and anyway, I really just want to get the hell out of that place already. Last weekend was my three-year anniversary of working there and it's just ... ick.
In any event ... yeah. I guess I'm doing the fucked-up story. Wheeee! :)
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Also, Otis has spent the entire day stretched out across my arms as I try to type. I'd like to say it's me, but I've been wearing the soft fuzzy robe all day, so it's probably just that sleeping on me today is like curling up on a Muppet.
And why am I watching the top episodes of Bravo's 100 Scariest Movie Moments in a dark apartment by myself? *covers eyes with hands*
Heh. I'm thiiiiiis close to cracking 10k.
Anyway. I did end up taking that bit that I was starting chapter four with and putting it at the end of chapter three instead. I haven't been doing a lot of plotting ahead just yet but I think I'm going to have to start. I do know where I'm going with the whole thing, stuff that's going to happen and characters that haven't yet been introduced and whatnot.
I really think I have to sit down either tomorrow or Monday and sketch out a precise outline of the rest of the novel just like I did with The Grand Prize Winner. I've really been writing it up until this point the same way I end up writing my NaNo novels -- the whole "write first, edit later" thing. I think I'm approaching the wall where it stops being a free-for-all and I don't really have a choice about not planning anything out for a while.
*
I just ... you know how you're writing something really great, and you're getting into it, and you put it aside for, say, a day? And then a day turns into two, and two turns into three, and ... well, the next thing you know, you've been away from it for months?
Um, yeah.
My goal tomorrow is one chapter of this and one chapter of The Hollow Girl. That should be easy enough, since I've got so many chapters of The Grand Prize Winner partly if not more than halfway finished. It means maybe 5,000 words between both chapters, give or take, which -- considering I have nowhere to go and nothing to do otherwise -- should be easy, just as long as I can get off my ass and finish, damn it.
*
Okay, so. I'm leaning towards the OH TP NO story.
Right now, there's a zombie apocalypse. And a middle-aged hard-drinking kickass chick in the lead. And everybody left behind after the zombie apocalypse is severely fucked up for reasons I can't even get into right now, but suffice it to say a lot of people just don't give a shit anymore. And maybe a monster-fighting nun. I'm pretty much throwing shit at a wall and seeing what sticks.
What's really going to make this hard is that if I keep my job the entire month, I will have half as much time to write because my work schedule makes the days I do work almost useless. All I'm doing is sleeping, eating, and going to work. Writing is just not even on the schedule. However, I really want to try looking for a new job. I'm not all that keen on switching shifts regardless of the change to a different job, and I'm not all THAT enthused about the job in question (I don't hate it, but still) and anyway, I really just want to get the hell out of that place already. Last weekend was my three-year anniversary of working there and it's just ... ick.
In any event ... yeah. I guess I'm doing the fucked-up story. Wheeee! :)
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Also, Otis has spent the entire day stretched out across my arms as I try to type. I'd like to say it's me, but I've been wearing the soft fuzzy robe all day, so it's probably just that sleeping on me today is like curling up on a Muppet.
And why am I watching the top episodes of Bravo's 100 Scariest Movie Moments in a dark apartment by myself? *covers eyes with hands*
