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In and around watching Heroes, doing a little reading while eating dinner (three stories from the Orson Scott Card "Keeper of Dreams" hardcover), and a good half hour talk with my upstairs neighbor (we don't see each other often) as well as my usual interwebs habits, I managed to write a paltry 851 words on "Ambergrin." Not a huge wordcount, but a vital one. First of all, it catches me up to where I'm supposed to be for getyourwordsout and gets me a little ahead on tomorrow. More importantly, it starts tying things together a bit. I've been foundering in a sort of "is it too soon for the characters to start making connections" haze. Perhaps it IS too early, but I will discover that only when I finish a first draft and go back and reread the whole thing from the beginning.
I'm not the sort of writer who says things like "such-and-such character is talking to me and won't let me alone until I write what he wants written." That way of interpreting the thought process works for a lot of writers I know (I know it works for meesh920 , for example). It does not work for me. But what does work is sitting those characters down at a table and just letting them talk. Literally, I mean. Garrett, Ezra, Thaniel, Dylan (ever the quiet and shy one) and Professor Quentin, at a back-table at The Covered Cannon (admit it, that's a great name for a gay bar) discussing what they know about what's happening. And Thaniel suddenly asks the question everyone's been asking me: "Is it possible Lisette's death was not an accident?"
No, I'm not going to tell you how the other characters respond. If for no other reason than to keep paragraphs in suspense a little longer. ( I could include cruentum in that, but he'd just shrug, say 'meh' and walk away to work on Torchwood slash fic until I gave in and asked him to please listen while I explain it all ....)
Now, to bed, and to see if perhaps the morning will bring less trouble waking up along with whatever accumulation of snow we're supposed to get.
Your regularly scheduled review of the season premiere of HEROES will appear tomorrow night. Writing on Ambergrin and chatting with folks took precedence tonight.
I'm not the sort of writer who says things like "such-and-such character is talking to me and won't let me alone until I write what he wants written." That way of interpreting the thought process works for a lot of writers I know (I know it works for meesh920 , for example). It does not work for me. But what does work is sitting those characters down at a table and just letting them talk. Literally, I mean. Garrett, Ezra, Thaniel, Dylan (ever the quiet and shy one) and Professor Quentin, at a back-table at The Covered Cannon (admit it, that's a great name for a gay bar) discussing what they know about what's happening. And Thaniel suddenly asks the question everyone's been asking me: "Is it possible Lisette's death was not an accident?"
No, I'm not going to tell you how the other characters respond. If for no other reason than to keep paragraphs in suspense a little longer. ( I could include cruentum in that, but he'd just shrug, say 'meh' and walk away to work on Torchwood slash fic until I gave in and asked him to please listen while I explain it all ....)
Now, to bed, and to see if perhaps the morning will bring less trouble waking up along with whatever accumulation of snow we're supposed to get.
Your regularly scheduled review of the season premiere of HEROES will appear tomorrow night. Writing on Ambergrin and chatting with folks took precedence tonight.