Nov. 6th, 2014

So I got a job.

I swear to god the universe is playing some kind of huge joke on me, because I literally got this job by sitting in a coffeeshop typing. I was at Starbucks, typing away and trying to figure out where the selkie story goes, and this very nice woman approached me and asked me if I were a student, because she had a part-time job for a fast-typing student.

And, well, I'd been looking for something to do for about ten hours a week. So I said yes. And now I have a job.


In other news, I ended up restarting the selkie story. Not deleting what's already written, because I don't delete. But I did retitle it "selkie lesbian romance false start.txt" and start up in a new document. I think I'd managed to write 35k of backstory. Go figure.

Anyway. New progress bar.

2270 / 100000

Oct. 30th, 2014

Galway Kinnell dies at 87.

I actually have a volume of his poetry on my shelf. Which is saying something, since I left most of my books at my parents' house.

reposting that one poem of his that everyone likes, including meCollapse )

oooof

So I got sick, and went to visit my two-year-old niece (while sick), and came back, and got very little written because of it. But now I am better, and I figured out the villain of this story.

(Unfortunately she appears to be a seventeen-year-old Goth girl in a literal ivory tower. But at least she exists. And maybe she'll grow out of the ravens and the roses in skulls.)

Semagic

Soooo I just installed Semagic.

I think the nice thing about this is that it--ooh, it autocorrects, nifty--is that it'll let me save posts for future, meaning that if my Internets is spotty (as it frequently is) I can write the post anyway and update it later.

Also, it let me set my progress bar up as a macro. So all I gotta do now is enter in my wordcount and BOOM. As opposed to manually editing the HTML, which while not onerous is also not particularly fun.

Like so:

25673 / 100000

This probably represents enough time-wasting for one morning. Shower now, and then coffee.

Progress Notes

23824 / 100000

Averaging about 1800 words per day since I started writing on October 1. And man, that was a long three scenes. And the prose is awful. I think I'm starting to get glimmers of one of the subplots of this thing, though, and good thing too.

I wish I could know these things before I started writing them. I've got an outline--about ten pages long--but it feels like this ridiculously sketchy thing compared to what's actually happening. Fortunately I'm managing to stay just a little ahead of the plot as I write it, so I've got sketchy little summaries of the next few scenes written, and as I go along I stick them into something that'll probably end up being a little like a plot treatment. It's nerve-wracking, and I imagine there's going to have to be a lot of going back and fixing the pacing, but it seems to be how this thing wants to be written. So I write it that way.

It would be so much easier if I could see ahead to the end of the story, though.

Oh my god I have no idea what I'm doing

18428 / 100000

2549. Middle of the story is still sparse. Middle of the story is also rapidly approaching.

*hides*

On the bright side, the two main characters finally meet up in... three scenes.

AND THEN THE SPARKS FLY

POSSIBLY LITERALLY

Progress Update

15879 / 100000

2644 words today, split between two scenes. One of the scenes is a ridiculously boring transitional thing and will probably have to be cut later. Oh well.

This story needs some characters besides the two mains and the antagonist. I mean, there are other characters, they're not existing in a total vacuum (that could be kinda interesting, actually) but none of them have stuck around for more than a scene or two.

...meh. I'll think about it tomorrow.

Sentences

Here's two versions of a sentence from editing Brass & Bone.

Before:
He glanced up when the door opened, expecting it to be Jnanael.

After:
The door creaked. He glanced up, expecting Jnanael.

The second version's better, because it gives the sensory cue that links the two events: He heard the door open, so he looked up. As opposed to looking up just when the door happened to be opening. Or having inexplicable telepathic knowledge of the door's position.

One of the side effects of editing and writing at the same time is that I'm much more conscious of word choices in "selkie lesbian romance.txt". Maybe a little overly conscious, but I think that might be OK. It's not slowing me down, at least. And the sentences are definitely better than they would have been otherwise.

NaNoWriMo all day erry day

13235 / 100000

4,851 of those were today, and I'm about to fall over. Not bad for a week's work, though. If I keep up this pace I'll have a draft before the end of November. Win!

Unfortunately that's gonna mean developing the middle of the story. It's... a little sparse at the moment. At least the characters are finally talking to me. And Paraia's given me the shiniest idea I've had in a little while. I just have to figure out what to do with it...

Never mind.

Apparently the way to get recalcitrant characters to talk is by threatening to write some other story.

Or it might have been the coffee. One of those, anyway.
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