Stolent from papered: If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNaWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence section from each of your current works in progress in your journal.

NaNoWriMo: She chose not to comment, and instead tugged him further along. October...she could hear them calling for her. October, ( Read more... )

( A progression report on the last bits of NaNoWriMo )

I have only 4952 words to go. I'm sorely tempted to pull an all-nighter--but I'll only get two thousand words that way (well, about three thousand...), and my writing's already beginning to make less and less sense. (Or maybe it's making more sense than I would have wanted it to.)

Blahblahblah, I'm afraid I can't do this, etc.

I have to finish ( Read more... )

I woke up this morning knowing that school was closed. To get out of the apartment, I had to use a flashlight, as all the hallways were pitch black. I then headed over deep in campus, looking for a place to confirm that school was closed. The walk through the snow wasn't very cold, I remember, and soon I found myself at the computer science ( Read more... )

I just noticed that all my main character does is observe things, and never takes action.

No wonder I feel like nothing is happening. But it's not fantasy, so I'm not quite sure what I could get to happen in the story. Hey, at least I figured it out, and I'm only about 16000 words into the story ( Read more... )

NaNoWriMo is interfering with my thinking time, I find. I can't chose to quit NaNo-now now, that I've done so much already, but also, I'm finding that my thoughts about myself are getting fuzzier and fuzzier. I feel like I'm being surrounded by a nebulous cloud of thoughts, and-there goes another few lines of thought for NaNoWriMo-also, I'm finding ( Read more... )

NaNoWriMo has consumed my soul. I walk to school, think of my characters, I go to class, think of my characters, I go through my life, and, well, I don't think of my characters then ( Read more... )

My character lands Earth-side sometime late tomorrow night. Here's to hoping that she receives a warm welcome; I mean, she's only landing in the desert. *sigh* Actually, I still don't know what to call the planet. At least I've found out that people often land there stranded when pirates attack, so it's a sort of minor port planet between Earth and ( Read more... )

Last Wednesday, I had the most amazing English essay rewrite. My TA brought me to the graduate student's lounge, where everything was built from wood, and was well-worn, but clean. The place reminded me of the descriptions of Roald Dahl's childhood schools, in a way. Also, my TA gave me a cup of black tea, so I was left alone in a wonderful ( Read more... )

( Incoherent notes on Wuthering Heights and NaNoWriMo )