NaNoWriMo: Going well!
H bought a new set of plates for his basement weight room. They're made of rubber, and now our entire house smells like a tire factory from their outgassing - a lovely, carcinogenic sort of stench.
So today I'm going to send my NaNoWriMo characters on a mission to some sort of stinky industrial facility, à la AOTC. Just because I'm writing a novel about God Mode Sue space wizards with laser swords doesn't mean I can't make use of my own life experiences.
Yesterday I wrote a space battle. Everyone loves space battles! There was only a single one in 2009's book one, so I'm making up for it now. Not that I have much personal experience with space battles.
Another thing book one was lacking, by deliberate choice: romance, of which there was none at all other than memories of what each of them had lost, and sex, about which there was very little (the occasional bit of sex-related-program-activities/other-person's-memories awkwardness, since I threw my main characters into a strong Force-bond from the start so Galen wouldn't go back on the dark-side crack again and/or off himself).
Also yesterday, I decided to write a sort-of love triangle, just because love triangles are so often done badly. (Yes, I'm talking to you, Stephenie Meyer, Suzanne Collins, and Ronald D. Moore - and many more!) Although I am a sucker for love triangles in which the two men are brothers or best friends in love with the same woman, that's not the case here. Why make it too easy for myself?
So it's going to be a love triangle that isn't exactly a love triangle, since one point of it involves something that is less a romantic proposal and more a job offer (from a cousin - Jillian is a princess, after all, because Everything's Better with Princesses) that explicitly allows for a discreet arrangement with the other point, which the proposer wrongly believes is already going on anyway. Sadly, no. Galen is still a virgin at twenty-three. I promise he'll get laid this year, although it won't turn out exactly as he would have liked, at least not right away. I torture because I love.
Have I mentioned how much I love November? I look forward to NaNoWriMo all year.
(This entry was originally posted at my dreamwidth.)
So today I'm going to send my NaNoWriMo characters on a mission to some sort of stinky industrial facility, à la AOTC. Just because I'm writing a novel about God Mode Sue space wizards with laser swords doesn't mean I can't make use of my own life experiences.
Yesterday I wrote a space battle. Everyone loves space battles! There was only a single one in 2009's book one, so I'm making up for it now. Not that I have much personal experience with space battles.
Another thing book one was lacking, by deliberate choice: romance, of which there was none at all other than memories of what each of them had lost, and sex, about which there was very little (the occasional bit of sex-related-program-activities/other-person's-memories awkwardness, since I threw my main characters into a strong Force-bond from the start so Galen wouldn't go back on the dark-side crack again and/or off himself).
Also yesterday, I decided to write a sort-of love triangle, just because love triangles are so often done badly. (Yes, I'm talking to you, Stephenie Meyer, Suzanne Collins, and Ronald D. Moore - and many more!) Although I am a sucker for love triangles in which the two men are brothers or best friends in love with the same woman, that's not the case here. Why make it too easy for myself?
So it's going to be a love triangle that isn't exactly a love triangle, since one point of it involves something that is less a romantic proposal and more a job offer (from a cousin - Jillian is a princess, after all, because Everything's Better with Princesses) that explicitly allows for a discreet arrangement with the other point, which the proposer wrongly believes is already going on anyway. Sadly, no. Galen is still a virgin at twenty-three. I promise he'll get laid this year, although it won't turn out exactly as he would have liked, at least not right away. I torture because I love.
Have I mentioned how much I love November? I look forward to NaNoWriMo all year.
(This entry was originally posted at my dreamwidth.)