Look up things on the internet that make you look like a serial killer.*
Oh. My. God. Writing is hard. (And yes, totally involves absolutely horrible and suspicious internet searches. Like, gun maintenance and blood splatters and what it takes to pierce the skin, plus a hell of a lot of Bible stuff.)
I think I put in too much description, but then I was struggling with the introduction of Kezef, trying to show what he looks like, an angel without a vessel yet with shape, and oh yeah, villain. Then Kezef got to Chip and there was a total fail at the talking bit, then Icarus joined in the fail, and the only thing that saved me was a sudden case of Dean throwing down an angel-be-gone (which will fail, too).
What I've got to write tomorrow will be horrible. It's the great big bones of the plot, and there's no way to do it but with expositional dialogue along the lines of, "But what are you?" and "Why are you doing this?" and "Oh, let me insinuate all these things that happened."
*flails in despair*
I just can't do serious villain talk. Taunting and evil, yes, but plotty and evil? No idea. In my head the three are standing there in the dark staring at each other in total silence and I'm shouting from the sidelines, begging them to just say something. Hopefully now that we've got Dean in, the conversation will flow a bit more.
Not that I know what they're going to talk about, really. I mean, I know a few hits I want Kezef to throw at Dean - "Ooh, look what a naughty angel your friend is", that kind of thing. But I don't know how to put in the part where he says why he's there, for whom, and what he's got planned. He'd say it only in the vaguest sense, of course, but still, if I'm going to have Kezef insinuate things, I need to know what he's insinuating.
What's worse is I have no idea how to close the conversation. How do I make get Kezef get what he wants and run off all a-glee?
Why must I have a plot?!?
The figure, now fully resolved, took the shape of a man - too tall, too thin, all of its angles too sharp - as it stepped over the void between two cars. A red haze rose up from his shoulders, shimmering like heat on a summer road. When its feet touched the roof, it was the shape of a woman - somehow both voluptuous and all muscle, its tongue peeking out from the corner of its mouth. Another step shifted into a bound as a huge wolf - monstrous in size and presence - landed on the car directly in front of Chip. Its jowls were level with Chip's face and he could see that its mouth was red - gums, tongue, teeth, everything.
31677 / 50000 words. 63% done!
* "A Pep Talk From", Holly Black
I think I put in too much description, but then I was struggling with the introduction of Kezef, trying to show what he looks like, an angel without a vessel yet with shape, and oh yeah, villain. Then Kezef got to Chip and there was a total fail at the talking bit, then Icarus joined in the fail, and the only thing that saved me was a sudden case of Dean throwing down an angel-be-gone (which will fail, too).
What I've got to write tomorrow will be horrible. It's the great big bones of the plot, and there's no way to do it but with expositional dialogue along the lines of, "But what are you?" and "Why are you doing this?" and "Oh, let me insinuate all these things that happened."
*flails in despair*
I just can't do serious villain talk. Taunting and evil, yes, but plotty and evil? No idea. In my head the three are standing there in the dark staring at each other in total silence and I'm shouting from the sidelines, begging them to just say something. Hopefully now that we've got Dean in, the conversation will flow a bit more.
Not that I know what they're going to talk about, really. I mean, I know a few hits I want Kezef to throw at Dean - "Ooh, look what a naughty angel your friend is", that kind of thing. But I don't know how to put in the part where he says why he's there, for whom, and what he's got planned. He'd say it only in the vaguest sense, of course, but still, if I'm going to have Kezef insinuate things, I need to know what he's insinuating.
What's worse is I have no idea how to close the conversation. How do I make get Kezef get what he wants and run off all a-glee?
Why must I have a plot?!?
The figure, now fully resolved, took the shape of a man - too tall, too thin, all of its angles too sharp - as it stepped over the void between two cars. A red haze rose up from his shoulders, shimmering like heat on a summer road. When its feet touched the roof, it was the shape of a woman - somehow both voluptuous and all muscle, its tongue peeking out from the corner of its mouth. Another step shifted into a bound as a huge wolf - monstrous in size and presence - landed on the car directly in front of Chip. Its jowls were level with Chip's face and he could see that its mouth was red - gums, tongue, teeth, everything.
31677 / 50000 words. 63% done!
* "A Pep Talk From", Holly Black