WELL.
Fresh from a late late lunch of toast and farmers cheese and plum jam and iced coffee and more strawberries than are a particularly good idea for anybody. Feeling chatty! So hey, here's a novel idea: maybe I'll actually post something!
To the new faces around here: hello and welcome! I make no apologies for any horrors you may witness by reading my journal; you've brought it upon yourself.
I've had this notion in my head for a while now about doing a post on shitty first drafts and the improvement thereof. My hangup is that I feel in order to do it properly I'd have to, uh. Actually share some snippets of my own shitty first drafts. That shit is embarrassing, but that's the whole point, of course - it starts off so godawful your eyes bleed (industry secret: Bloody Mary had just exited out of the first draft of her epic Dean/Bobby space zookeeper AU when she crawled out of that mirror) but then you mercilessly rip it to shreds till it's better.
So hey, stick around! I may humiliate myself for the common good in the near future.
I think I'm doing NaNoWriMo next month. Because what sane, rational person doesn't look at two jobs, multiple volunteer commitments, a passable imitation of a social life, and think, "Hey, maybe I should write a novel, too!"
Now I am off to eat peaches and feed cashews to a mockingbird.
To the new faces around here: hello and welcome! I make no apologies for any horrors you may witness by reading my journal; you've brought it upon yourself.
I've had this notion in my head for a while now about doing a post on shitty first drafts and the improvement thereof. My hangup is that I feel in order to do it properly I'd have to, uh. Actually share some snippets of my own shitty first drafts. That shit is embarrassing, but that's the whole point, of course - it starts off so godawful your eyes bleed (industry secret: Bloody Mary had just exited out of the first draft of her epic Dean/Bobby space zookeeper AU when she crawled out of that mirror) but then you mercilessly rip it to shreds till it's better.
So hey, stick around! I may humiliate myself for the common good in the near future.
I think I'm doing NaNoWriMo next month. Because what sane, rational person doesn't look at two jobs, multiple volunteer commitments, a passable imitation of a social life, and think, "Hey, maybe I should write a novel, too!"
Now I am off to eat peaches and feed cashews to a mockingbird.