You are in a maze of twisty paragraphs...
But at least they're not all alike. I can say a lot of things about my NaNovel, not all of them good, but that's definitely not one of them.
It's funny, the road the story's taken. I originally envisioned it an exceptionally dark and twisted farce about the cultishness of corporate culture. An ambitious young corporate drone slowly comes to the realization that his company isn't just cultish; it's a cult. An Outer God worshipping cult, at that. As much as it terrifies and revolts him, he winds up as embroiled in the cult as everyone else because it's his road to the top of the corporate ladder.
That's not what I'm writing now, though. See, my first chapter happens chronologically at the end of the story. Then I started writing about the MC's backstory and the characters completely got away from me and it's turning into... something else. I don't have the slightest clue what. I'm not sure if it's going to be horror, but that's definitely part of it. It's pretty bleak in outlook, and there's little hints of the supernatural everywhere though nothing overt as of yet if you exclude the first chapter. Everything done with even the purest intentions has a negative backlash and seems to lead the MC further into the darker parts of his soul.
The funny thing is that I can't stand angst fic these days, but here I am writing something that seems to be about the slow corruption of a fundamentally good person.
Don't get me wrong, I'm having a great time writing it. It's just exhausting when the only reason I stop writing sometimes is because I can't stop crying. And it's not even because I'm writing about stuff personal to me; the MC and I have damn near nothing in common except hyper-religious mothers.
I think a lot of this can be traced back to the fact that I'm writing in first-person. I don't think I've ever done that before. It's a completely different experience. It's like method acting in a way. For a little while I AM Jackson LeBlanc and I feel everything he's feeling while I write about it. Considering the things he's doing and having done to him, that's not exactly the most pleasant experience I've ever had. And yet it's still satisfying in a way. Maybe I'm just bent, I don't know.
I think that if I'm going to write a farce I'm going to have to do it in third-person. When I get that much inside a character's head it has a tendency to carry me away with it.
This NaNoWriMo thing is way more intense than I expected.
It's funny, the road the story's taken. I originally envisioned it an exceptionally dark and twisted farce about the cultishness of corporate culture. An ambitious young corporate drone slowly comes to the realization that his company isn't just cultish; it's a cult. An Outer God worshipping cult, at that. As much as it terrifies and revolts him, he winds up as embroiled in the cult as everyone else because it's his road to the top of the corporate ladder.
That's not what I'm writing now, though. See, my first chapter happens chronologically at the end of the story. Then I started writing about the MC's backstory and the characters completely got away from me and it's turning into... something else. I don't have the slightest clue what. I'm not sure if it's going to be horror, but that's definitely part of it. It's pretty bleak in outlook, and there's little hints of the supernatural everywhere though nothing overt as of yet if you exclude the first chapter. Everything done with even the purest intentions has a negative backlash and seems to lead the MC further into the darker parts of his soul.
The funny thing is that I can't stand angst fic these days, but here I am writing something that seems to be about the slow corruption of a fundamentally good person.
Don't get me wrong, I'm having a great time writing it. It's just exhausting when the only reason I stop writing sometimes is because I can't stop crying. And it's not even because I'm writing about stuff personal to me; the MC and I have damn near nothing in common except hyper-religious mothers.
I think a lot of this can be traced back to the fact that I'm writing in first-person. I don't think I've ever done that before. It's a completely different experience. It's like method acting in a way. For a little while I AM Jackson LeBlanc and I feel everything he's feeling while I write about it. Considering the things he's doing and having done to him, that's not exactly the most pleasant experience I've ever had. And yet it's still satisfying in a way. Maybe I'm just bent, I don't know.
I think that if I'm going to write a farce I'm going to have to do it in third-person. When I get that much inside a character's head it has a tendency to carry me away with it.
This NaNoWriMo thing is way more intense than I expected.