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March 2017



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spies avengers steed and peel needed

a little drop of poison in the red red blood

There. I have a draft of the harpy story. I wrote 3,730 words on it today, and it's basically all I did today, other than wash a sink full of dishes and go to the gym this morning. Oh, and send out a few emails to potential landlords.

Needless to say, I feel pretty wrung out.

I suspect it's a badly broken draft, as it feels all clunky and awkward and like it's probably missing the thematic edge I want it to have, but I can fix it later. It's a draft, and it's done, and I don't have to look at it again for a while.

You know, it's amazing how productive I can be when I can fold up the little voice that tells me that the story has to be absolutely perfect, and my work isn't worthy of the ideal story that's somewhere in there under my blunderings, struggling to get out.

Okay. Current plan, then, is to try to finish "Smile" and the blind cave mermaid story, and then revise Chill, TStM, and OEJ&TSK. And then I'm pretty much out of the woods for a good long while, which maybe means I can get some of the less pressing career clutter seen to. 

*makes a moosle*

Honeydew for 2009

Revise Chill
Revise The Sea thy Mistress
Write S2 Shadow Unit episode: "Lucky Day" (with </a></b></a>coffeeem (started))
Revise One-Eyed Jack and The Suicide King
Shadow Unit S3
Write Grail

Write "Smile" (Bone Garden) (started)
Write "The Horrid Glory of its Wings"
Write "On Safari in R'lyeh and Carcosa with Gun and Camera."
Write the blind cave mermaid story. (started)

Sell some books before I starve

Oh, and for the record, unlike all the other writers blogging about it today, my characters totally are virtual people who live in my mirror neurons. 


Quick! Someone lock the Bear up! She can't tells the peoples from the imaginations!
Aieee! The imaginary peoples have broken into my house!

Seriously, sometimes I just about inhabit them. I call myself a method writer, but it's not far from the truth. I sometimes find myself taking on their body language or craving their favorite foods and/or drinks.

Abby Irene made me drink gin and tonic. I HATE gin. Hate it. *makes hideous face*
Good thing Chaz is such a foodie, then!
You know, it's amazing how productive I can be when I can fold up the little voice that tells me that the story has to be absolutely perfect, and my work isn't worthy of the ideal story that's somewhere in there under my blunderings, struggling to get out.

This sounds like something I need to learn how to do. ::grins sheepishly::
It's it or miss over here, really, but we're working on it.

Of course, now I have a broken imperfect story that I wanted to be really good, but that's okay, because I think I can fix it.
Good that you can fix it, because I'd really love to read it. ::likes harpies::
Wait, so there are writers who don't have characters living in their heads? Bizzare.

Seriously, though, there were moments when I first started getting really serious about writing where I was starting to think I was turning schizophrenic. I'm still not sure I haven't, but hey, at least I'm writing!
There are all sorts of writers. *g* And all sorts of processes.

Every one of them is valid if it works.
Rereading that conversation with Master Marlowe with Ink and Steel and Most of Hell and earth behind me is somewhat more satisfying than it was even the first time.

My characters show up somewhere between separate entities and recognizeable parts of my own subconscious worked into story-applicable format -- I get uncomfortable sometimes when they start bending more strongly to the separate entity category (The day Finno started jumping up and down in instant lust with a photo of an actor both too young for me and not quite my type was more than a little troubling, useful as it was for the story later), but I continue to find it the easiest way to talk about process.

And by the way, Pages 95 to 105 of Hell and Earth caused something even most books I do love can't manage; I started at my own work and wondered, "What am I writing this nonsense for? I could never write anything that would work like THAT."

(Most books I love make me desirous to try.)
Thank you.

My characters sometimes make me buy clothes, or eat weird food. All kinds of things. I am a method writer.


(Now I'm going to have to look at a copy of H&E, because I have no idea what pages those are.)
I thought you would, but I was being obscure to avoid spoilers.

I don't think I've bought clothes, but food cravings, yes. (Finno has an unusually high caloric intake - I want to go on record saying he had so before SU Season one came out - but also can't or won't eat certain foods. Sushi would be about his one ideal food if he could but afford it.)