Poundy drums make everything better
At last, my plot bunnies have got going again and writing is easy! Yay!
Basically, last night when I was half asleep I started thinking out the ending. I started thinking if I had to write the ending, right now, what would I have to go back and add in later to make it make sense?
I then basically deleted everything I'd written lately that was so rubbish - well, cut and paste it onto another document in case I needed it again - then started writing Section 3 all over again. Only this time, I started writing it with my traditional slightly odd and surreal opening sentences - 'Dave was paddling when the end of the world came' - and was also listening to the Battlestar Galactica track 'Prelude to War' while I did it to a) make me feel important and b) instil me with some sense of the drama of what was happening. Because deep down, I know the attempted-epicness and blasphemy-ness of my writing, but when I write it it ends up just like a couple of guys having a chat. Music helps.
So now I'm up to 59000 words and all goes well. I've written nearly 10000 words in a week! Woooo!
And the end is in sight, and I know exactly how it's going to happen, and it's going to give out a good message! Double woooo!
And last night I dreamed that I was Harry Potter having to hide around Hogwarts from Voldemort. I'd keep hiding in cupboards, then he'd open the door and go "HAHAAA, I HAVE YOU NOW!", then I'd yell 'Expelliarmus!' and run away again. Because, even in dreams, that's the only spell Harry Potter knows.
Basically, last night when I was half asleep I started thinking out the ending. I started thinking if I had to write the ending, right now, what would I have to go back and add in later to make it make sense?
I then basically deleted everything I'd written lately that was so rubbish - well, cut and paste it onto another document in case I needed it again - then started writing Section 3 all over again. Only this time, I started writing it with my traditional slightly odd and surreal opening sentences - 'Dave was paddling when the end of the world came' - and was also listening to the Battlestar Galactica track 'Prelude to War' while I did it to a) make me feel important and b) instil me with some sense of the drama of what was happening. Because deep down, I know the attempted-epicness and blasphemy-ness of my writing, but when I write it it ends up just like a couple of guys having a chat. Music helps.
So now I'm up to 59000 words and all goes well. I've written nearly 10000 words in a week! Woooo!
And the end is in sight, and I know exactly how it's going to happen, and it's going to give out a good message! Double woooo!
And last night I dreamed that I was Harry Potter having to hide around Hogwarts from Voldemort. I'd keep hiding in cupboards, then he'd open the door and go "HAHAAA, I HAVE YOU NOW!", then I'd yell 'Expelliarmus!' and run away again. Because, even in dreams, that's the only spell Harry Potter knows.