What Am I Doing
I'm listening to the Gothic genius mix on iTunes and attempting to proof The Blood Crown. I've learned that 8-10 pages is my limit before my eyes begin to cross and my belly turns into a knot. I'm just not good at all at reading my own material. I know I have it to do...twice...but I don't wanna. The manuscript is 11,722 and I'm averaging about 3500 words before I have to stop. I'm marking my stopping point with a big Ω, so I'll know where to begin again. I just hope gunslingaaahhh can make heads or tales of the narrative when she has it in her hot hands. I need to write her today and have her trash the copy of The Blood Crown she has because I've already changed some things. I want hers to be the most up-to-date version there is, so her work won't be so daunting, although daunting it still shall be.
booraven22 has mentioned on several occasions about making major revisions to the story. I've never had to do that. The story is exactly how it was told to me and I just wrote it down with my many grammatical mistakes. It's like I channel the stories, so revising it would be like sewing an extra leg to one of my dogs. It just seems unnatural. booraven22 must have much more control over her stories and characters than I do mine. At some point, early on in my stories, the characters take control and write through me. I barely remember anything about The Augury of Gideon, which is kind of scary. All I remember is getting up way early and writing like a fiend until the early afternoon, sometimes beyond.
Is this a sign of my insanity? Was Tish right to peg me for a lunatic. That still bothers me more than it ought to, I guess because Scott doesn't know the whole story and probably never will. Whenever I do something odd or out of the norm, I always wonder if Tish was right and was justified in shutting me out of helping Scott with his career. Then again, if I were still helping Scott, I wouldn't have gotten these manuscripts written in the short period of time that I did. Everything happens for a reason I guess. It doesn't mean I have to like it though.
Like any warm-blooded human, I like to be appreciated for my work. I haven't been and I won't be on the Scott front, but maybe I will with The Vampire Relics. I'd like to someday see it on film. I know that's stretching the dream a little tightly, but it's a dream nonetheless. Tom Hardy would make such a perfect Cadmus unless young Finn wanted to take off the hat, shave his head, and try his hand at acting. I doubt that was ever happen.
Okay, enough babbling. Time to read around 5000 more words before I can't take anymore.
booraven22 has mentioned on several occasions about making major revisions to the story. I've never had to do that. The story is exactly how it was told to me and I just wrote it down with my many grammatical mistakes. It's like I channel the stories, so revising it would be like sewing an extra leg to one of my dogs. It just seems unnatural. booraven22 must have much more control over her stories and characters than I do mine. At some point, early on in my stories, the characters take control and write through me. I barely remember anything about The Augury of Gideon, which is kind of scary. All I remember is getting up way early and writing like a fiend until the early afternoon, sometimes beyond.
Is this a sign of my insanity? Was Tish right to peg me for a lunatic. That still bothers me more than it ought to, I guess because Scott doesn't know the whole story and probably never will. Whenever I do something odd or out of the norm, I always wonder if Tish was right and was justified in shutting me out of helping Scott with his career. Then again, if I were still helping Scott, I wouldn't have gotten these manuscripts written in the short period of time that I did. Everything happens for a reason I guess. It doesn't mean I have to like it though.
Like any warm-blooded human, I like to be appreciated for my work. I haven't been and I won't be on the Scott front, but maybe I will with The Vampire Relics. I'd like to someday see it on film. I know that's stretching the dream a little tightly, but it's a dream nonetheless. Tom Hardy would make such a perfect Cadmus unless young Finn wanted to take off the hat, shave his head, and try his hand at acting. I doubt that was ever happen.
Okay, enough babbling. Time to read around 5000 more words before I can't take anymore.