That was my decision too. I'm putting on some music, cracking my knuckles, and seeing what happens.
As to your comment about my original writing in your own entry, you flatter me. I'm tempted to edit the hell out of that particular story and see what comes out the other side. I also have craptons of characters, scenes, and the like saved in a folder in the depths of my computer that simply won't come out right. I've got the start of a (probably YA) novel too that needs some serious tinkering, as well as a full plot outline. The trick is convincing myself that I can make something of it all.
If you edit it, save the old one and publish both versions. The first one is. amazing. and good. So I don't want to lose it. Ever. And if I feel that way, there's other readers somewhere out there who would feel the same.
But yeah. A lot of this process is just making myself keep going, keep writing, keep hoping someone will like this next story and show me I'm getting better.
Seriously? Oh, wow. This means a lot and you need to know that. Most of the time I can barely read the original stuff I've written. Posting that one story was hard enough -- hence the locking the entries down and the whatnot. This is touching and important to me, and I got nothing other than a heartfelt thank you.
Keep bashing your head against the brick wall until you can see the stars? :) I kid. You're ridiculously talented yourself, in your prose and as a poet. Don't ever think differently.
It's like we're not even in the same province! It's chilly but sunny here. *kicks back, has ice cold water because apparently more than 750mls of coffee a day is bad? WTF?*
Say WHAT now about 750mls of coffee a day? Psht. What do those science types know? She said, adjusting her caffeine IV and looking at her teapot and bag of Cacao Mint tea...
“Look, I’m trying to offer you an opportunity here.” “I’m thinkin’ it’s just an excuse to try and beat the livin’ tar outta me the Danger Room.” Scarlett suppressed a facial twitch, which pleased her to no end even if Riley’s reaction did not. Damn the woman for being right. At least partially, anyways. “You sound so sure that I’d only try.” Riley grinned dangerously, and Scarlett clenched her fists while reminding herself that there were students present and she had to set a good example. “You obviously don’ know me as well as y’think you do, Scarlett.”
And also, because of reasons (and apologies if you've seen this): Early the next morning, Riley entered the kitchen to see a woman with a curtain of dark hair and hard eyes sitting at the table
( ... )
WHY IS THIS NOT A THING THAT IS IN MAH BELLEH?! Riley & Scarlett love to hate to love to have to love each other SO. DAMN. MUCH. Do they know they're sibs yet in that snippet?
I don't think I've seen the second snippet but it is joy-filled & crunchy goodness. Again. WHY IS THIS NOT A THING THAT IS IN MAH BELLEH?!
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As to your comment about my original writing in your own entry, you flatter me. I'm tempted to edit the hell out of that particular story and see what comes out the other side. I also have craptons of characters, scenes, and the like saved in a folder in the depths of my computer that simply won't come out right. I've got the start of a (probably YA) novel too that needs some serious tinkering, as well as a full plot outline. The trick is convincing myself that I can make something of it all.
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But yeah. A lot of this process is just making myself keep going, keep writing, keep hoping someone will like this next story and show me I'm getting better.
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Keep bashing your head against the brick wall until you can see the stars? :)
I kid. You're ridiculously talented yourself, in your prose and as a poet. Don't ever think differently.
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PS: Clark Gregg is a teeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaase
PPS: I miss me some 919. Where are the squabbling sisters, I ask?
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PS: ASDFJO;ASDFARGJ;J;OLGSDASGJOETWGOPGJOGASNJL;'GSDL;AEJO'EA
PPS: ...since you asked.
“Look, I’m trying to offer you an opportunity here.”
“I’m thinkin’ it’s just an excuse to try and beat the livin’ tar outta me the Danger Room.”
Scarlett suppressed a facial twitch, which pleased her to no end even if Riley’s reaction did not. Damn the woman for being right. At least partially, anyways.
“You sound so sure that I’d only try.”
Riley grinned dangerously, and Scarlett clenched her fists while reminding herself that there were students present and she had to set a good example.
“You obviously don’ know me as well as y’think you do, Scarlett.”
And also, because of reasons (and apologies if you've seen this):
Early the next morning, Riley entered the kitchen to see a woman with a curtain of dark hair and hard eyes sitting at the table ( ... )
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I don't think I've seen the second snippet but it is joy-filled & crunchy goodness. Again. WHY IS THIS NOT A THING THAT IS IN MAH BELLEH?!
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