i'm only writing this down so i have a reminder that it actually happened
yesterday i was super busy at work (and didn't finish something my boss is going to need on monday, and don't think i'll get to finish it monday either) (oops >.< ) and still got to leave early, so i went to the diesel and made a bunch of notes for what i think will my fic for next year's spn-j2-bigbang. much less research for this one than for the gangster story, i think. also it will probably be half the length of the fic of 1000 cameos, and there won't be nearly as many characters because i don't have the patience. and i wrote a couple ideas for the winter project for my writing group (we do it every december, and this year we're doing a fic bingo), but mostly i made a bunch of notes for a prospective bigbang. as i kept writing things down i kept thinking of more things to write and working out who was who and what was going to happen and how, and what was some background - it was like talking it out with someone, in the sense that i always just throw words around and the other person doesn't even have to say anything, they just have to let me ramble because that's how i figure things out.
so i got to the diesel with no idea what i was going to do, no sense of any of the details or the shape of the story or anything, and after an hour i had a bunch of clues and was very excited. (even if the last thing i wrote before i left was "why do i think i'm lifting someone else's fic? or a movie?" well, if i do write it and someone reads it and says "hey, you totally stole this from soandso's fic thisandsuch", i'll know.)
and then i came home and eventually had dinner and watched spn (and liked it!) and had a flutternutter as a snack and watched a lot of terminator: salvation and realized that for the first time in at least a month, there was something i actually gave a damn about. i couldn't quite bring myself to care about the nanonovel while i was writing it - in the sense that i had a hard time motivating myself to write it other than by reminding myself that i had so many words to get thru for the day because i was not going to fail out, dammit - there's been a lot of not giving a shit around here. november was a very flat month, and it was like yesterday my emotionmeter spiked with squee. and it was nice to finally have something to think about that actually excited me. we'll see how long it lasts.
and of course by the time i went to bed i was flat again, but whatever, at least i had an evening of woot.
so i got to the diesel with no idea what i was going to do, no sense of any of the details or the shape of the story or anything, and after an hour i had a bunch of clues and was very excited. (even if the last thing i wrote before i left was "why do i think i'm lifting someone else's fic? or a movie?" well, if i do write it and someone reads it and says "hey, you totally stole this from soandso's fic thisandsuch", i'll know.)
and then i came home and eventually had dinner and watched spn (and liked it!) and had a flutternutter as a snack and watched a lot of terminator: salvation and realized that for the first time in at least a month, there was something i actually gave a damn about. i couldn't quite bring myself to care about the nanonovel while i was writing it - in the sense that i had a hard time motivating myself to write it other than by reminding myself that i had so many words to get thru for the day because i was not going to fail out, dammit - there's been a lot of not giving a shit around here. november was a very flat month, and it was like yesterday my emotionmeter spiked with squee. and it was nice to finally have something to think about that actually excited me. we'll see how long it lasts.
and of course by the time i went to bed i was flat again, but whatever, at least i had an evening of woot.