April 16th, 2011

hustle mickey trust me

word of your word. cry of your cry.

The interesting thing I'm noticing in writing Too Many Necromancers is that I'm having a sense I haven't had in a long time--that of unearthing a story like a fossil, one that already exists somewhere, and I just have to dig it up and sort the bits. I used to write like this most of the time--just sort of writing along, and then figuring out ten or a hundred pages later what was just going on and having to go back and put it in.

And half the time I have no clue while I'm writing the dialogue what the characters are on about, and then I have to figure it out. And you know, I think it's mostly pretty good, especially after I go back and make it less dream-logic and more like real life. Um. Real life with necromancers, I mean. 

Then again possibly I'm deluded and it's all pants. PANTS!

This is very much how I used to do everything. It's a little like being me, ten years ago, except my verbs are better.

...and, well, pretty much everything else is, too.

If this keeps up, writing might get to be fun again. And then where will I be?

I wonder if this is unconscious competence? Is it possible I've bloody well learned how to write and now I don't have to do every single picky thing consciously?

That'd be nice. Because there does come a time when you want to quit micro-steering the car and worrying about it every time you need to start on a hill... and just be able to drive somewhere and be confident you will make it, and it will be interesting and fun.

I'm not counting my chickens, though. It's possible I'm just getting sloppy and self-absorbed and have quit learning anything new.



Hah! Forgot to post that last night, apparently. Well, you get it this morning, with tea.

2011 04 16 Daily Commute

Tea today: Upton rose congou
Teacup today: Japanese one from SF, with mysterious words on it

And now back into Too Many Necromancers, now with shinier orbital mechanics. I'm going to hit the halfway point today, and I'm so freaking stressed out and anxious that I'm not sure if it would be better to take a day or two off, or just push through and finish the thing so I can collapse until mid-May sometime. There will be time off when this book is done. At least a little.

I like to bank all my days off and take them in great big chunks, what can I say?
spies mfu facepalm napoleon

everything about nirvana smelled like basements

Too Many Necromancers aka The Shaded King aka This Thing Needs A Different Title

words today: 1000
words total: 13000

13000 / 25000 (52.00%)

(I cut some notes, and did a bunch of editing, so I am calling it 1K as a rough estimate.)

Half a novella!

Also, I have written a little over 100,000 words so far this year. Really, taking May off is sounding better and better.

Reason for stopping: out of gas
Research: limestone formation
Exercise: probably not much. it looks dawning horrible out there.
Mean things: sunhat, boy you are not sure if you like anymore likes someone else
Things needing names:  --
Things that did get named: --
Darling:  The nightsun is a wanderer.
words Word don't know: redeposited
words I'm surprised Word does know: --
Tyop: --

 

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