novelblog #1
skip right past this if ya don't care about original fiction but im having a great time, lads
currently at a little past 11k on this story (5k if i'm being honest, but i'm counting all the material i wrote for my first attempt, bcus the ideas/dialogue will get recycled anyway)
i haven't written anything original since around 2012? for classes in college. the weirdness is padded a little bit by the fact that these people were Real, and had identifiable character traits, so i don't have to make too much stuff up. i never felt like i was good at making original characters for this reason. i could never find a good balance between flaws and virtues. so, while there are some people i have a lot of leeway with (the marquis d'effiat, for one, and the comte de guiche), because no one knows much about them, at least my main characters are familiar. i'm reading a book of liselotte von der pfalz's letters for more character insight, and feeling very sad that she burned philippe and chevy's love letters to one another, bcus can you IMAGINE THE EMOTIONS/CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT?? shit
had some feelings of being Fake earlier because, of course, the only reason i'm writing about these people is because of versailles, and i'm trying REALLY hard not to adhere too closely to the versailles versions of philippe and chevy, much as i love them, because they're from a tv show, and not super accurate, probably. but i'm leaning in that direction despite myself, so i might just give in to it and clean up the characterizations later. first drafts are shit etc etc
some inspirational music that's getting the good feelings from me:
acid rain - lorn
the louvre - lorde
issues - julia michaels
and an excerpt. i'm that bitch.
“How old are you now, my darling?” she said, taking my hand in hers, and I swallowed, trying to regain my composure, my tongue.
“Fifteen, Your Majesty.” God, but it sounded so young, so childish.
“Fifteen, and already at war,” she said, glancing toward her son, and the King did not react. “I have been told that the fighting was dreadful.”
“It was, Your Majesty,” I said, “though I did not see very much of it. We were at Bergues. It was not so bad there.”
“And have you seen the palace? Your rooms?”
I glanced at the King, who did not seem to be paying attention; but I knew I should not complain. I forced a smile. “I have not. I was told you wished to see me directly, Godmother, and came as quickly as I could.” I gently pulled my hand from hers, distinctly uncomfortable. “I apologize for my appearance-it has been a toilsome journey-”
“It would appear so,” said a voice, amused, from the doorway.
“Philippe, don't be rude,” the King said dryly, without looking up.
tl;dr: 11k. my boys are gay, dysfunctional, and french. i'm into it.
currently at a little past 11k on this story (5k if i'm being honest, but i'm counting all the material i wrote for my first attempt, bcus the ideas/dialogue will get recycled anyway)
i haven't written anything original since around 2012? for classes in college. the weirdness is padded a little bit by the fact that these people were Real, and had identifiable character traits, so i don't have to make too much stuff up. i never felt like i was good at making original characters for this reason. i could never find a good balance between flaws and virtues. so, while there are some people i have a lot of leeway with (the marquis d'effiat, for one, and the comte de guiche), because no one knows much about them, at least my main characters are familiar. i'm reading a book of liselotte von der pfalz's letters for more character insight, and feeling very sad that she burned philippe and chevy's love letters to one another, bcus can you IMAGINE THE EMOTIONS/CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT?? shit
had some feelings of being Fake earlier because, of course, the only reason i'm writing about these people is because of versailles, and i'm trying REALLY hard not to adhere too closely to the versailles versions of philippe and chevy, much as i love them, because they're from a tv show, and not super accurate, probably. but i'm leaning in that direction despite myself, so i might just give in to it and clean up the characterizations later. first drafts are shit etc etc
some inspirational music that's getting the good feelings from me:
acid rain - lorn
the louvre - lorde
issues - julia michaels
and an excerpt. i'm that bitch.
“How old are you now, my darling?” she said, taking my hand in hers, and I swallowed, trying to regain my composure, my tongue.
“Fifteen, Your Majesty.” God, but it sounded so young, so childish.
“Fifteen, and already at war,” she said, glancing toward her son, and the King did not react. “I have been told that the fighting was dreadful.”
“It was, Your Majesty,” I said, “though I did not see very much of it. We were at Bergues. It was not so bad there.”
“And have you seen the palace? Your rooms?”
I glanced at the King, who did not seem to be paying attention; but I knew I should not complain. I forced a smile. “I have not. I was told you wished to see me directly, Godmother, and came as quickly as I could.” I gently pulled my hand from hers, distinctly uncomfortable. “I apologize for my appearance-it has been a toilsome journey-”
“It would appear so,” said a voice, amused, from the doorway.
“Philippe, don't be rude,” the King said dryly, without looking up.
tl;dr: 11k. my boys are gay, dysfunctional, and french. i'm into it.