Whiskey tango foxtrot, one-niner?
I mean, I looked up and it's like 5 months later. WTF??
I've written at least a dozen different versions of the last 30+ pages of the novel, and I'm finally on one that I think actually fits the right tone. It's that damn genre rule about endings that's killing me. I keep wanting to throw in something totally unexpected -- some twist so unprovoked that deus ex machinas will recoil in horror. Heheh. But I can't. Gotta play it straight.
Which reminds me that I kinda miss writing yaoi. *sigh* But that muse seems to have left me for his bastard cousin. Yes, I'm talking about Turles. And no, I'm not kidding. Bardock, you TRAITOR! I though you loved me! Or at least admired my talent! You...*wibbles*...whore!
*weeps*
*well...would weep if capable of it*
Anyway. Just thought peeps might like to know that I'm not six foot under or even rotting slowly into runnels and gobbets. Just...rusticating. Not even that, exactly. Just taking it slow. I want this "correct" version of that ending to actually work, so I'm having to pay extra close attention to the wording.
I know this is probably stuff that would be "fixed" in a rewrite, but I write pretty clean the first time through, and I'd rather save the second pass for editing/proofreading/mini-changes that I'll want to facepalm for not noticing. You know, those things that I won't even notice until I send it to my sister and two beta readers to peruse and they highlight it in obnoxious pink with little snickers and pointing fingers. Yeah. Those things.
God. I'm rambling. See?? Weren't you GLAD I was gone?!
I've written at least a dozen different versions of the last 30+ pages of the novel, and I'm finally on one that I think actually fits the right tone. It's that damn genre rule about endings that's killing me. I keep wanting to throw in something totally unexpected -- some twist so unprovoked that deus ex machinas will recoil in horror. Heheh. But I can't. Gotta play it straight.
Which reminds me that I kinda miss writing yaoi. *sigh* But that muse seems to have left me for his bastard cousin. Yes, I'm talking about Turles. And no, I'm not kidding. Bardock, you TRAITOR! I though you loved me! Or at least admired my talent! You...*wibbles*...whore!
*weeps*
*well...would weep if capable of it*
Anyway. Just thought peeps might like to know that I'm not six foot under or even rotting slowly into runnels and gobbets. Just...rusticating. Not even that, exactly. Just taking it slow. I want this "correct" version of that ending to actually work, so I'm having to pay extra close attention to the wording.
I know this is probably stuff that would be "fixed" in a rewrite, but I write pretty clean the first time through, and I'd rather save the second pass for editing/proofreading/mini-changes that I'll want to facepalm for not noticing. You know, those things that I won't even notice until I send it to my sister and two beta readers to peruse and they highlight it in obnoxious pink with little snickers and pointing fingers. Yeah. Those things.
God. I'm rambling. See?? Weren't you GLAD I was gone?!