Writing about Strangers.
This past week was mostly rewriting, catching up with the story as I originally wrote it and making it match up with the plot as I now know it. Even so, it had its difficulties - and raised plenty of doubts. I have a mental image of how this story should feel, and oh boy, it is not that story. Yet.
But I ignored that, shoved the fear into a dark corner to deal with later. I can fix it later. The word count quota makes me feel like I'm in a race, and minor inconveniences - like oopsie! not knowing my characters as well as I thought - will just have to be dealt with later when I'm not doing shin sprints every night.
6 Nov: Word count: 325.
More than I thought I was going to do, since I spent most of the evening staring at the screen half-asleep.
7 Nov: Word count: 0.
I...forgot? I got caught up in reading Skyward Sword reviews & making A Link to the Past maps, and I forgot. *facepalm*
8 Nov: Word count: 699.
So there.
9 Nov: Word count: 509.
First it was 489. Then it was 499. 499!! I just want to go to bed, people! But no, had to stare at the screen trying to invent one more word.
10 Nov: Word count: 993.
W-H-O-O-S-H!
11 Nov: Word count: 580.
And finally done with the crutch of the first draft of the opening scene. No safety net tomorrow, eek!
12 Nov: Word count: 883.
Monster scenes are usally pretty easy to write. Not saying this one's written well, mind, just sayin’ it went p.d.q.
Favorite 100:
Now she could see who - what - he was talking to, and it wasn’t, it didn’t look like anything Maggie recognized. She honestly couldn’t identify it, it defied her context. It was vaguely human in shape, bipedal, symmetrical, but it bulged in places, and impossibly, it was not touching the ground. The damn thing was hovering, and straining towards Gil.
Was he holding it off?
Dangerous. Suddenly that was the only word in her head. He said there might be danger, and holy moly, she thought he had meant with creditors, or that he was in trouble with the cops. She had not been thinking outside the box enough. Clearly.
Margaret, you are babbling.
But I ignored that, shoved the fear into a dark corner to deal with later. I can fix it later. The word count quota makes me feel like I'm in a race, and minor inconveniences - like oopsie! not knowing my characters as well as I thought - will just have to be dealt with later when I'm not doing shin sprints every night.
6 Nov: Word count: 325.
More than I thought I was going to do, since I spent most of the evening staring at the screen half-asleep.
7 Nov: Word count: 0.
I...forgot? I got caught up in reading Skyward Sword reviews & making A Link to the Past maps, and I forgot. *facepalm*
8 Nov: Word count: 699.
So there.
9 Nov: Word count: 509.
First it was 489. Then it was 499. 499!! I just want to go to bed, people! But no, had to stare at the screen trying to invent one more word.
10 Nov: Word count: 993.
W-H-O-O-S-H!
11 Nov: Word count: 580.
And finally done with the crutch of the first draft of the opening scene. No safety net tomorrow, eek!
12 Nov: Word count: 883.
Monster scenes are usally pretty easy to write. Not saying this one's written well, mind, just sayin’ it went p.d.q.
Favorite 100:
Now she could see who - what - he was talking to, and it wasn’t, it didn’t look like anything Maggie recognized. She honestly couldn’t identify it, it defied her context. It was vaguely human in shape, bipedal, symmetrical, but it bulged in places, and impossibly, it was not touching the ground. The damn thing was hovering, and straining towards Gil.
Was he holding it off?
Dangerous. Suddenly that was the only word in her head. He said there might be danger, and holy moly, she thought he had meant with creditors, or that he was in trouble with the cops. She had not been thinking outside the box enough. Clearly.
Margaret, you are babbling.