Dec 28, 2010 18:01
No, says the shrewd capitalist, it belongs to McDonalds.
No, says the runner, it belongs to MY brow.
No, says the writer, it belongs to the Muses.
...well, at any rate. I finally finished NeuroSpark. I think I wrote about five thousand words in one day for this beast, and of course, for the fics I really do want to get finished, I got nothing left. NOTHING. My well of creative inspiration has run dry! My Muses are giving me the silent treatment for something inconsiderate I said at some point in time! The words are escaping my desperate grasp, those itinerant flaneurs fluttering away whenever I try to grasp them! ;_;
I dunno, I'm seriously considering making a second installment of NS, even though my entry is in...just because I can't just give up on this thing now. The legendary black-winged hero Mark still needs to have his "fated battle" (think Taki vs Mitsurugi type fatedness here) with Nergal, the man with whom he has a strong and dark connection...plus, WHO IS HERCULES? And why is he giving this re-awakened warrior advice and powers?
So many questions abound! What is this mysterious power called ELIMINE (all caps)? Why can't Mark remember anything from before his carriage crash? And how much can Lyn's role in the story be diminished? FIND OUT, on the next exciting installment of NeuroSpark!