life of the mind, or, that writer's project-talk dump that sometimes has to happen
I'm writing, still plugging away at the reworking of a 10,000 word short related to "Nemesis", making it into a novel. The fact that it's working is kind of mind-boggling, when I think about it, but I try not to get too caught up in self-congratulation. I'm writing at a snail's crawl.
It's called "The Ex-Best Friend Pact" so far. It's also pretty awesome so far. This feeling will go away, but I'm not rushing it...
It's post-Crash and the Underground (formerly a subway) is now a tightly controlled access-way to other parts of the walled-up city. Heroine Lindy is magelord of a block, but the poorest, most out-of-the-way block she could possibly be assigned. Next door to her now-archenemy, former caretaker.
Of course, they have to get back together.
They discover there's a reason her block is kept isolated (even to the point of planting enemies across her only easy-to-cross border), and this requires a collaboration she doesn't want, while he still doesn't know why she hates him...
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I'm also often thinking about the supers novel I was last working on before my slump--I know a lot of what needs to change, and am regaining hope to write it anyway. To scribble some of the changes to earlier scenes, pretend I've revised it and just keep writing it. (I've already revised the beginning several times. A sign of how off I was in my artistic vitality.
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I may be posting to catch up in spurts. I'm trying to get my days, even when I'm working, together. I've been feeling overwhelmed with a lot of things, only getting work, and a little online business in other places, done.
It's called "The Ex-Best Friend Pact" so far. It's also pretty awesome so far. This feeling will go away, but I'm not rushing it...
It's post-Crash and the Underground (formerly a subway) is now a tightly controlled access-way to other parts of the walled-up city. Heroine Lindy is magelord of a block, but the poorest, most out-of-the-way block she could possibly be assigned. Next door to her now-archenemy, former caretaker.
Of course, they have to get back together.
They discover there's a reason her block is kept isolated (even to the point of planting enemies across her only easy-to-cross border), and this requires a collaboration she doesn't want, while he still doesn't know why she hates him...
***
I'm also often thinking about the supers novel I was last working on before my slump--I know a lot of what needs to change, and am regaining hope to write it anyway. To scribble some of the changes to earlier scenes, pretend I've revised it and just keep writing it. (I've already revised the beginning several times. A sign of how off I was in my artistic vitality.
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I may be posting to catch up in spurts. I'm trying to get my days, even when I'm working, together. I've been feeling overwhelmed with a lot of things, only getting work, and a little online business in other places, done.