La la la la la…. Not thinking about the holes in my plot, not thinking, not thinking, la la la la la la la…..

“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*

Ahem.

Wordcount: 2,282
Scenes: 3
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? ^_^

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*must write more/faster*

I blame Merc. She wrote this post. And it sounded like such a good idea.

So now Varesh Elm, Bahnree’s wonderful character who is in a FIGHTING TOURNAMENT, is on the line. *cries* I like Varesh, I really do, and he keeps moving in such tight spots, and yeah. I’ve been nervous for him for AGES. So now if he dies, it’s all on my conscience. HOW did I think this was a good idea?
On the other hand, if I swing this, Bahnree can’t kill him, right? Right?
That doesn’t stop her from threatening to torture him if I don’t write enough daily, which I’m sure she’d enjoy, she’s so good at torture. *more crying from Snazel* This just isn’t good, for Varesh. I’m sorry, man. You’re gonna end up in painful pieces, and then dead.
*pauses*
NO! I will not allow it! He will at least have a good minimum-of-torture life before his untimely demise! *firm*
Updated:
Stats-
  • Words: 1,424
  • Scenes: 2
  • Characters in more trouble than before: Everybody.
  • Characters rescued: Didn’t I say that everybody was in more trouble now?

Charas-

  • Most Hated: Cole- Arrogant Bastard. Die now, plz.
  • Most Admired: Jaslyn- You are HARD CORE. I have no idea what you’re doing, but still. HARDCORE.
  • Most Loved: Sorry, no love today. Try me again later.
  • Most worrying: Law- I really hope you, just keep it together! Keep it together! You can do it! Be strong! Oh, please don’t cry, I’l give you a proper hug later, really I will do, just, stop crying. Please. Pretty Please?

"I don’t know, where to, start. Say I’m tired, or throw a party."

Character quiz*, mark 1. Jennet’s story
*stolen from Bahnree, who stole if from Kemendraugh, who stole it from Bahnree, who stole it from someone else…*

I have so many characters I don’t know what to do with them, and I just am about to introduce a bunch more. So, I’m going to do this one in sessions. First session; the people who traumatize Jennet, and Jennet.

A. How old are you?
Jennet: 18
Appel:18
Jole: 18
Dane: 18 and three quarters.
Tanner: 31

B. Height?
Jennet: 5′ 4″
Appel: 6′ 2″
Jole: 5′ 8″
Dane: 5′ 11″
Tanner: 2 m.

C. Do you have any bad habits?
Jennet: Uh, I blush a lot? *blushes* I’m TRYING to stop, but everyone keeps doing things. And stop looking at me!
Appel: Define “bad.” I have some illegal habits, sure.
Jole: I keep failing to successfully commit suicide. I need to stop that.
Dane: No? What could possibly be wrong with me?
Tanner: Playing poker.
(Jennet: Oh, so you loose money at poker?
Tanner: No. I win, and then other people are broke. And that creates tension.)

E. What’s your hairstyle?
Jennet: Style?
Appel: Light brown, straight, I get it cut about once every six months
Jole: It’s- black. And short? *looks at it through your eyes* Is that gel? Did the girls gel me AGAIN? CARMINITA!!!!
Dane: Brown with blond pointing, really touchable.
Tanner: Red hair, usually with a bit of high explosive in it. That stuff gets everywhere.

F. Have any kids?
Jennet: *blushes* Nooooo?
Appel: Heh. None that I know about.
Jole: No.
Dane: How was I to know that the stupid girl would get all emotional about it?
Tanner: We’re gonna apply for permission again after this tour.

G. Favorite food?
Jennet: I like apple juice. And strawberry smoothies!
Appel: Barbecue beef sandwiches.
Jole: Tea. Earl grey, if you have it.
Dane: Steak.
Tanner: Beer.

I. Killed anyone?
Jennet: No. Uh, should I be concerned that you’re asking me that? *looks around nervously*
Appel: No one has ever died when I was present.
Jole: Does failing to get it through- Okay, that was not my fault. She was graduated, and everything. I’m gonna say no.
Dane: No.
Tanner: I don’t keep track of the count.

J. Hate anyone?
Jennet: That sounds really definite. I, don’t think I’m able to be mad at someone that long.
Appel: Yes.
Jole: Yes. And no, you don’t get to know who. Break my shields yourself, if you want to know- oh wait. You can’t. That’s right.
Dane: If I don’t like them they’re not worthy of my notice.
Tanner: It’s not professional.

K. Any secrets?
Jennet: *goes resolute* I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Appel: Do you think I should? *winks and slouches against the wall*
Jole: Huh. I try.
Dane: Look. My life is an open book. All you have to do is look at my perfect record. There’s nothing to hide!
Tanner: Don’t you think the weather is lovely today?

L. Love anyone?
Jennet: My little sister, and Matthew, and all the staff, and Appel, and Petria, and Jole, and- wait a second. How are we defining “love?”
Appel: Why should I tell you?
Jole: It’s better not to become emotionally involved. In anything.
Dane: Myself. *realizes that he said that out loud.* Self respect is important!
Tanner: Katy. *grins sheepishly* She’s gonna wait for me.

M. What is your job?
Jennet: Controller Trainee! It’s so fun!
Appel: Controller Trainee, for now.
Jole: Controller Tech.
Dane: Controller. *voices are heard from off camera* Wait, what do you mean I can’t say that till I graduate? I got in, what more do you want? *goes off to argue*
Tanner: Guardian, Out of Nation VIPs, specifically controller Trainees

N. Are you a boy or a girl?
Jennet: Girl.
Appel: Man.
Jole: Man.
Dane: *comes back into the room.* Wait, what? Oh. boy.
Tanner: Man.

O. Family?
Jennet: One mother, one little sister, little sister’s dad.
Appel: Whatever.
Jole: I never met them. I suppose they’re out there, if I was to look. And I wanted to risk them meeting me.
Dane: My family is highly upstanding and well connected.
Tanner: Katy is my family now.

P. Best Friends?
Jennet: Uh, Jole? And Petria talks to me sometimes. And Appel drugged me that one time, which was nice. *looks around.* Wait, what did I say? What did I SAY??
Appel: I’m working on it.
Jole: No. Carmanita, get yourself off me. We fight, we are not friends.
(Carmanita: That’s what you say. You know you’d bail me out. And I called the medics on you.
Jole: *glares* That was not a friedly thing to do.
Carmanita: Oh, so a friend would have just watched you die?
*they argue, and forget the question.*
Dane: Everyone who meets me wants to be friends with me. *smug*
Tanner: Well, right now everyone is getting used to being broke, so not at work. *someone off camera says something* Wait, what are you doing with that message? That’s private! Get your grimy hands off of Katy!

Q. What was the most surprising moment in your life up until now?
Jennet: Uh, uh, it’s hard to chose. When we got the letter about my dad? That was pretty shocking. Or, uh, when I realized where Jole had brought me? OH! The first time I logged on with Jole. That was a good day. Even if I was pretty sore afterwards. *Looks around and goes red* I said something wrong again, didn’t I? Oh my.
Appel: I’m not usually surprised.
Jole: When I discovered that I wasn’t dead? THANK YOU, Carmanita.
Dane: I always know what’s going on. Wait. Verjinya, what were you doing in my room?
Tanner: I’d have to say having a girl fall from the ceiling was not what I expected.

R. Where would you rather be?
Jennet: Do I have to wish to be somewhere else? I tend to be pretty happy where I am.
Appel: Graduated.
Jole: Dead. Or barring that, the UO. Or barring that, anywhere else, after this cursed school burns down.
Dane: In charge of the Nation. Wait, did I say that, out loud?
Tanner: Mmmm. Home with Katy would be nice. But I don’t hate my job.

S. Ever wish to be something else?
Jennet: Something? You mean, like a cat? I wanted to be a train when I was three.
Appel: I don’t know, I think I’m pretty all right.
Jole: Yes.
Dane: I’d like to be richer. But really, you couldn’t improve on anything else.
Tanner: Oh, my job is pretty good.

T. Ever kissed anyone that’s not a family member?
Jennet: *goes red* No. Unless, that time when I was so out of it, or that other time, or the time on the ship.. *goes more red* Uh, I’m pretty sure not?
Appel: Yes.
Jole: Yes. I was young, and she was crying.
Dane: Of, course?
Tanner: *emotionless* Yes.

excited!!!

Wow, I’m really exited about writing now.

I really want to write my own story, though I’ve done a shocking lack of work on it. Also, I was hit with a plot bunny that wants to turn a story that Bahnree is writing into an OC tournament.

So, the people who are participating have a character, or a couple of characters. They write a description of their character, and their fighting style, and maybe a bit of a back story so that the other participants can get a feel for who the character is. Then the characters are paired off in duels, and the writers have to write a fight, wherein his or her characters wins the duel. The trick is, their opponent is writing the duel too, with his or her character winning instead. Then independent judges will pick the best story of the two that are submitted, and the winner will advance to the next round, just like in a real life tournament. Then they are paired with another character, a duel takes place, etc.

*is excited*

This would be really good writing practice, and just, fun! Maybe we’ll do it in June or July. Kendra and Stephanie could probably lure in a bunch of people, too. For goodness sake, I might be able to lure in some people, in fact.

Oh! And on the May/PENredux front, Kemendraugh is probably going to be doing the writing with Bahnree and I! I’m happy!

And, it’s after midnight. Time to head for bed.

"Didn’t want you to get your hopes up." "Don’t flatter yourself."

So, Bahnree wrote a piece for Restless Hearts, which was a version of Hamlet from the viewpoint of another character. It was very good. Also, our literature professor said that writing some fiction- another chapter, or another viewpoint on a story- about a book that we read this year, would be acceptable as our literature paper. Long story short, she has just received approval to put the story in as her literature paper. *narrows eyes*

However, I said that she should ask the professor about using the piece, so I feel somehow related to the triumph of having a paper done 5 days early. *glee*

I personally, on the other hand, am trying to get the Science dialauge done. I’m certainly farming it out for approval/scorn/assistance to other people, cause I don’t like it. *sigh*

If I hit the word-count button enough times, it’ll change, right?

I have a comb. It’s all red and pretty. *laughs* So, after many months of being driven crazy by my hair, Bahnree finally snapped and combed it herself. And then she gave me the comb. I think there might be a hint in there somewhere.

Ha, I’ve nonplussed Bahnree quite successfully several times today. First I adopted the method of simply draping myself over her when she says something unanswerable. This was rather effective. Then I called her “m’lover.” This was slightly more effective. To explain, that is just a term of affectionate address where I come from; it’s strictly platonic.

Teasing Bahnree is rarely effective, but it is fun!

You noticed the lack of writing content? It matches the lack of writing. NO, that’s not true. I wrote a blurb about Lynn and Michael staving off hypothermia. But the creative brain died halfway through, and I fear it’s not funny, just wrong. Oh well.

Time to sleep.

My hands hurt

I’m still enjoying the writing, but it’s hard!

I don’t type very fast. This needs to change. It will change! I shall prevail! I definantly need to get my skills up before May. I’ve agreed to do a 50,000 in a month with Bahnree then. *gulp* I can do this. Right. Ah huh. *weeps*

This is still very fun though. I had this story somewhat plotted out already, but it’s morphing a bit. The ages of all my characters have jumped about 2 years. There is also a villain character, who is quite satisfactorily evil. *smile* And my pianist has quietly slipped away, to be replaced by a goofball. It’s fun!

However, someone is going to be shot. This is undeniable.

*rubs aching hands and slinks away*