Sometimes I laugh at my own jokes
WOOOOOOOOOORDS. I need to write. AHHHHHH. It's like, if I haven't brushed my teeth in a while, and I feel like I want to brush my teeth, but I'm sitting somewhere really comfortable and so I can't, but it's still not comfortable because my teeth need brushing! That didn't make sense. I don't care anymore. I'm fighting the urge to just smash my fists hopelessly against the keyboard on the off-chance that it might help.
Why fight it?
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That actually got very little accomplished. I'm getting impatient, though, because I can't type as fast as I can think. I want to have all kinds of things written, but I don't have the patience anymore to do it. My attention span is all but gone, and I don't remember when that happened. I have plenty to say...so it's not writer's block...I have plenty to say and plenty of time to say it, but not enough words to say it with. Maybe. I've done a lot this summer that I could do something about, and I've had dozens of ideas for short stories or just little blurbs of things about a couple of particularly beautiful sunsets I've watched this summer.
I've never thought too much about short stories, but the frame of mind I've been in this past month--distracted and wandering--suits it. I want to do one based on a dream I had a little while ago, that's not very original but would be fun to write, I think. It's a different, newer take on those classic horror stories about monsters that come every nth hear to wreak havoc on a small town or whatever. I like the idea (I have to give credit to my subconscious, though) but I don't think it makes very much sense. Like that matters.
I've also been thinking a lot about this year's NaNoWriMo. It's coming up...you say, "not for another three months!" but I'm scared of this year. First of all, I'll be at school, with millions of distractions and activities and just plain things going on, and I have a feeling that NaNo will be shoved aside. Most pressing, though, is the issue that I have nothing to work with. My first year, I didn't need a plot. A story formed around the fact that I didn't have a plot and didn't need one, and the nature of the whole deal was that scenes and events weren't supposed to connect. That won't work a second time, I fear. The year after that, last year, was always going to be my chance to write those damned characters out of my head. As much as I loved them, they were driving me insane and it was a story that had to be written. That didn't have a plot, either; but it was okay because I was focusing on getting Reilly and Eve and Jamie right, and I did, so nothing else really mattered (and it shows).
This year I have nothing. In December, I decided that I wanted to entitle my next story "Stranger Things Have Happened", and write a comedy again, but this, I imagine, is only because I never did find a title for NaNo 2 that I was happy with. In January, I toyed with the idea of writing a present-tense memoir during which I honestly chronicle my life for thirty days, but later wrote that off as being overly narcissistic, potentially boring, a bit dangerous, and exactly like LJ.
I like the idea of a character who, as a hobby, runs into weddings and interrupts them while all the guests forever hold their peace but there's nothing there; it's just a gag.
Now, this week, my newest bit of brainstormed junk that will never see the light of day is a combination of the concept of the commercialization of time travel in Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and the short story "Here There Be Tygers" by Ray Bradbury...I'm running on just about nothing here, but I've been considering this idea of doing a futuristic, sci-fi type thing where this dude works in a museum where all the exhibits are windows into different times and places (oh, I forgot to mention "Girl in the Fireplace" as well. lulz) and people can look into these and learn about them...the kicker being that this guy will secretly bring people there after hours, for a ton of money, and bring them into the different times themselves (which nobody thinks can be done, and if it could, would be extremely illegal). Generally, these business owners and millionaires will exploit all the resources that the past has to offer which, of course, will destroy the present and future, as well as the past.
My issue is that I don't know enough history to accurately write something like this. It could bring me to find out about the past, though, so maybe this is a learning opportunity.
Anyway, that's about enough for tonight. Another post at two in the morning...I should stop this. Sorry about rambling on about things that nobody but me should take the slightest interest in. I'LL WRITE SOMETHING BETTER SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE. BUT THERE ARE NO GUARANTEES.
Why fight it?
KL;PATFGIOAHW[ GT GUITGU89I4EIRO[EG['GH]W
R4TGIWAER8I0]ATG84]0A3YCSDERIGRWTG8YHITGHER'HIGBR
APEWGHAE
That actually got very little accomplished. I'm getting impatient, though, because I can't type as fast as I can think. I want to have all kinds of things written, but I don't have the patience anymore to do it. My attention span is all but gone, and I don't remember when that happened. I have plenty to say...so it's not writer's block...I have plenty to say and plenty of time to say it, but not enough words to say it with. Maybe. I've done a lot this summer that I could do something about, and I've had dozens of ideas for short stories or just little blurbs of things about a couple of particularly beautiful sunsets I've watched this summer.
I've never thought too much about short stories, but the frame of mind I've been in this past month--distracted and wandering--suits it. I want to do one based on a dream I had a little while ago, that's not very original but would be fun to write, I think. It's a different, newer take on those classic horror stories about monsters that come every nth hear to wreak havoc on a small town or whatever. I like the idea (I have to give credit to my subconscious, though) but I don't think it makes very much sense. Like that matters.
I've also been thinking a lot about this year's NaNoWriMo. It's coming up...you say, "not for another three months!" but I'm scared of this year. First of all, I'll be at school, with millions of distractions and activities and just plain things going on, and I have a feeling that NaNo will be shoved aside. Most pressing, though, is the issue that I have nothing to work with. My first year, I didn't need a plot. A story formed around the fact that I didn't have a plot and didn't need one, and the nature of the whole deal was that scenes and events weren't supposed to connect. That won't work a second time, I fear. The year after that, last year, was always going to be my chance to write those damned characters out of my head. As much as I loved them, they were driving me insane and it was a story that had to be written. That didn't have a plot, either; but it was okay because I was focusing on getting Reilly and Eve and Jamie right, and I did, so nothing else really mattered (and it shows).
This year I have nothing. In December, I decided that I wanted to entitle my next story "Stranger Things Have Happened", and write a comedy again, but this, I imagine, is only because I never did find a title for NaNo 2 that I was happy with. In January, I toyed with the idea of writing a present-tense memoir during which I honestly chronicle my life for thirty days, but later wrote that off as being overly narcissistic, potentially boring, a bit dangerous, and exactly like LJ.
I like the idea of a character who, as a hobby, runs into weddings and interrupts them while all the guests forever hold their peace but there's nothing there; it's just a gag.
Now, this week, my newest bit of brainstormed junk that will never see the light of day is a combination of the concept of the commercialization of time travel in Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and the short story "Here There Be Tygers" by Ray Bradbury...I'm running on just about nothing here, but I've been considering this idea of doing a futuristic, sci-fi type thing where this dude works in a museum where all the exhibits are windows into different times and places (oh, I forgot to mention "Girl in the Fireplace" as well. lulz) and people can look into these and learn about them...the kicker being that this guy will secretly bring people there after hours, for a ton of money, and bring them into the different times themselves (which nobody thinks can be done, and if it could, would be extremely illegal). Generally, these business owners and millionaires will exploit all the resources that the past has to offer which, of course, will destroy the present and future, as well as the past.
My issue is that I don't know enough history to accurately write something like this. It could bring me to find out about the past, though, so maybe this is a learning opportunity.
Anyway, that's about enough for tonight. Another post at two in the morning...I should stop this. Sorry about rambling on about things that nobody but me should take the slightest interest in. I'LL WRITE SOMETHING BETTER SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE. BUT THERE ARE NO GUARANTEES.