I decided at more or less the last minute to sign up for the July session of Camp NaNoWriMo. I'm not planning on following any of the normal November rules-I set a more modest goal of 30,000 words and plan on counting anything fictional I write, including things I've already started. Basically anything could happen here, is what I'm trying to say ( Read more... )

Owing to some poor awesome life choices, I ended up writing the last ten thousand words of my NaNoWriMo in the last two days. I wouldn't go to far as to say that I recommend this, but it was at least more sensible than the year that I wrote the last eight thousand words in the last one day. Just…don't do that ( Read more... )

Of course, now I'm vibrating with a potent cocktail of adrenaline and caffeine and generally a nervous wreck, but at least I'm those things and I have a posted story.

If I ever try to write a [descriptor redacted] story again, somebody smack me upside the head, will ya?

Yuletide is kicking my ass, as per usual, but mostly in a good way! I'd much rather have a story that I'm not sure how I'm going to finish in time than a story that I'm not sure how I'm going to start in time. Especially a story that I'm not sure how I'm going to finish because I want to put in ALL THE THINGS, as opposed to a story that I'm not ( Read more... )

My yuletide assignment has been giving me fits, as is traditional! It's not that I don't like my assignment-I do, very much-it's just that, while my prompt would generate any number of stories that I would like to read, the subset of those stories that I find myself able to write is considerably more limited, so I hope my recipient doesn't completely hate ( Read more... )

I think I just figured out the why of my swan story.

(The Watsonian why, that is, not the Doylian why, which is that I've been batting around the idea of incestuous homosexual swans for the last four months and find it strangely compelling.)

I wish I could just mash my brain into my keyboard until somehow my story appeared on the screen.

I would even settle for a very bad first draft.

I do have a new fun toy to play with -- the re-release of the Vertigo tarot with the lovely, surreal Dave McKean art. I've been meaning to play around with the tarot a bit, for reasons including but ( Read more... )

My short_takes Kristy round fic is coming along quite nicely, and nerdygridbug's fantastic InuTez art is inspiring me to dust off the self-indulgent kinkfic I started while I was putting off my Yuletide story and start whipping it into shape.

It feels nice to be writing fic again. It's like somebody just hooked me up to a drip of the really good drugs.

Pushing Daisies may be the first television fandom where the annoying overuse of epithets is canon.

See, good writers, or so I have been informed, read their stuff and cringe in abject horror, thinking Oh god, what hath I wrought?

Whereas I read my stuff and laugh hysterically, thinking Oh god, this is the funniest book I have ever read!

I think I'll stick to being a bad writer. I'm having way, way more fun like this.