“I dunno, I think I missed the climax in there. I got all the build-up, and now I get we’re into the denouement, but… yeah, not sure where that climax was.”
-A friend, who is reading my first draft.
And the answer? It’s HIDING. The climax is HIDING. SNEAK-RATIVELY.
*cue mad, hysterical laughter*
I really have no faith in anything I wrote today. My hope is only that, somewhere WAY underneath the confusion, there’s salvageable stuff. And on the subject of quality being VERY buried; The Scene That Mocked Me.
*level stare at the scene*
*scene laughs gently, knowing that it has won*
We had some fundamental disagreements. For one, the scene wanted Haggerty to beat people up with a table, and I said no, I wanted Tenish to be leet, we have had enough of Haggerty beating people with tables. So the scene sulked and refused to help me with tactics, and threw vauge shadowy veils of incomprehensibility over anything that I managed to wrestled out of it. There might have been pliers involved. What I’ve got now is the second version, becuase last night I gave up and deleted everything I’d written. Written PAINFULLY, and LABORIOUSLY, with much GRIPING and WEEPING and GNASHING OF TEETH. Bahnree knows.
Oh yes… she knows….
Anyhow. *cough* I rewrote it before work today, and I hate it only slightly less than last time. But instead of wanting to destroy it utterly and burn the dust, I only want to stake it out for the sea scavengers to tear into little tiny pieces and eat in front of its slowly desiccating eyes. (When Sea Scavengers = Teh Interwebs.)
I still have hope that there’s something good in there, it’s just WAY buried. Maybe the soldering iron part? ^_^