Writing "Joys" or Why the Hell Do I Do This Again? Oh Right, I Can't Stop.
Time for another random update on my status and I am annoyed to report that my muse has done it to me again! by giving me what I thought was a full outline plot so I would start working without the worry and stress of coming up with what happens next, only to find over 40,000 words into it that I'm almost done and the muse is sitting there ready to give me the rest. I'd call her a bitch, but she's totally the wrong species. So now, I have to do the stressful "OMG I gotta come up with what happens next" thing, which I hate with a purple poka-dotted passion. I like working off an outline, I'm not anal about it, heck I made changes as I was writing it, but I knew where I was going. It's the leaping into the deep, dark abyss where I can't see anything and have no idea if something will catch me or if I'll go splat that gets to me. So, I do have some of my original outline left, and expect when I get to the end my muse will give me the rest of the story with a sly, satisfied smile. grumble.
41457 / 80000 words. 52% done!
On a more positive note, this afternoon I'll be drinking coffee and yakking with another aspiring writer, so life won't be all bad. :)
41457 / 80000 words. 52% done!
On a more positive note, this afternoon I'll be drinking coffee and yakking with another aspiring writer, so life won't be all bad. :)