Thoughts on The Nefarious Mansion, I guess?
So I managed to get the guts to actually post the first chapter of The Nefarious Mansion, and to be honest, I'm not as pleased with it as I like. Maybe it's because I forgot to take my happy pill today (yes, prescribed, jerks), but all of the sudden I'm just...not satisfied. Today I wrote a whole outline for the story, but I decided I'd simply select all and delete it, though I actually think that helped me: I have it figured out in my head, but it's definitely not set in stone. I prefer writing as I go along anyway.
And it's not like it's...bad, or anything. It's okay. I just have outrageous expectations for myself, especially after reading another chapter of Quillslinger's My Girlfriend, Who Lives in Canada. Sure, she's an author pro'lly in college (I'm not sure: she doesn't reveal her age) while I'm just a freshman in high school, but I'm still jealous and wobegone.
I blame it on my writing style, I suppose. I'm awfully listy and precise and a little meticulous, with a lot of free-form missing from my writing. And, my writing style is just rather unique. I'm giving myself a lot less credit, aren't I?
I also blame the fact that the first chapter is a really drawn out set-up. It's not very involved yet, but then again I kinda suspected that.
So, this chapter fic might be a little more rough than I thought. Bear with me here, really. In any case, chapter two is already halfway done, and so you're likely to see it within the next two weeks, depending on when my beta(s) get done, erm, betaing. But I don't rush my betas. Betas aren't supposed to be rushed. Their work is important. -adjusts shiny lens flare glasses-
...Yeah. To much sickness + Pepsi is not good for the soul.
^-- You have just witnessed Sabs psychologically convincing/discussing a self-inflicted issue over a blog post on the internet. Sheesh. Already? -mentally stabs self-
And it's not like it's...bad, or anything. It's okay. I just have outrageous expectations for myself, especially after reading another chapter of Quillslinger's My Girlfriend, Who Lives in Canada. Sure, she's an author pro'lly in college (I'm not sure: she doesn't reveal her age) while I'm just a freshman in high school, but I'm still jealous and wobegone.
I blame it on my writing style, I suppose. I'm awfully listy and precise and a little meticulous, with a lot of free-form missing from my writing. And, my writing style is just rather unique. I'm giving myself a lot less credit, aren't I?
I also blame the fact that the first chapter is a really drawn out set-up. It's not very involved yet, but then again I kinda suspected that.
So, this chapter fic might be a little more rough than I thought. Bear with me here, really. In any case, chapter two is already halfway done, and so you're likely to see it within the next two weeks, depending on when my beta(s) get done, erm, betaing. But I don't rush my betas. Betas aren't supposed to be rushed. Their work is important. -adjusts shiny lens flare glasses-
...Yeah. To much sickness + Pepsi is not good for the soul.
^-- You have just witnessed Sabs psychologically convincing/discussing a self-inflicted issue over a blog post on the internet. Sheesh. Already? -mentally stabs self-