Herectic Diaries Metawriting Update
Don't get used to them, they won't be consistent for .
Progress in Outline: Part I, chapter 1, scene 2 --yes, still.
Music: "Miraz Crowned," Prince Caspian soundtrack.
Perfume du jour: Bois Farine. Warm summer nook in marzipan factor struck by truck of pencil shavings. The ideal writing perfume.
Wordcount for Scene 1260
Percentage likely to be thrown out: 89.826%
Greatest frustration: We got past the vomiting, but I'm still unhappy with that scene. And I'm not one of these folks with an independent editor, in my head: when the writer's unhappy with a scene, the writer is unhappy and all other processes halt. I managed to vanquish some of the over-elaboration and stylistic foolishness, but I doubt it was enough.
Tangential Frustration Update: Salicylic acid works wonders when your skin misbehaves.
Victory Extraordinaire: The story now has its own little place! You can find it at here.
You will recognize the building in due time. I am still deciding how I will put up installments --I think maybe chapter by chapter? The chapters are what have to get the hard final polish, anyway.
Why I love this scene more than yesterday: I keep tumbling onto new gestures, new tenors, new shadings between these characters and man, is that exciting. You think you know a story after five years, you think you have an outline, and then someone shoots his cuffs and you learn something new.
Sex Scenes: None. Although that feeding scene . . . I had to keep checking.
Corpse-Count: Two. Conveniently, still both of my main characters.
Goal for the Day: Uh, thesis. >.>
Progress in Outline: Part I, chapter 1, scene 2 --yes, still.
Music: "Miraz Crowned," Prince Caspian soundtrack.
Perfume du jour: Bois Farine. Warm summer nook in marzipan factor struck by truck of pencil shavings. The ideal writing perfume.
Wordcount for Scene 1260
Percentage likely to be thrown out: 89.826%
Greatest frustration: We got past the vomiting, but I'm still unhappy with that scene. And I'm not one of these folks with an independent editor, in my head: when the writer's unhappy with a scene, the writer is unhappy and all other processes halt. I managed to vanquish some of the over-elaboration and stylistic foolishness, but I doubt it was enough.
Tangential Frustration Update: Salicylic acid works wonders when your skin misbehaves.
Victory Extraordinaire: The story now has its own little place! You can find it at here.
You will recognize the building in due time. I am still deciding how I will put up installments --I think maybe chapter by chapter? The chapters are what have to get the hard final polish, anyway.
Why I love this scene more than yesterday: I keep tumbling onto new gestures, new tenors, new shadings between these characters and man, is that exciting. You think you know a story after five years, you think you have an outline, and then someone shoots his cuffs and you learn something new.
Sex Scenes: None. Although that feeding scene . . . I had to keep checking.
Corpse-Count: Two. Conveniently, still both of my main characters.
Goal for the Day: Uh, thesis. >.>