In which I blog to avoid writing.

I am not sure that I’ve mentioned this, but I’m writing Karma Police in five POV*s. Why, you ask? Because I’m crazy. DUH. *cough* Anyhow, yes, each of my five MC^s are taking turns telling you what is REALLY going on. (I also took a brief jaunt into letting Ewan’s mom talk, but that’s only because she’s faded and hopeful and brutally honest, and I heart her. *cough*)

ANYHOW. This is rather different for me. I’ve written three other stories before, and DNL, seriously, I had no idea what I was doing. I don’t even know what I did. It was fun, but yeah. Plot? I LAUGH in the face of plot. And then there was Merchant’s Daughter, which was only slightly better, and by the end of it I was sticking inside Adelheid’s head, come what may including passing out in the middle of important scenes. (Easy way to end a scene? Noooo, I’m sure I wasn’t thinking of that.)
Then there was Expendables. Oh, Expendables. My poor, deformed, mortally ill child. You need so much surgery… I don’t even know what I was doing at first. It was Nano, okay? Then I wrote a serious portion of the story during a deep funk/exploring the grieving process (it’s fun!) By the end of it the thing had been riding me so long it was just like opening a vein and letting the story gush onto the page. Messily. And there was pain. Characters talked on top of each other, so I just wrote it that way. I changed POV* mid scene- mid PARAGRAPH. I don’t even know what I was doing. SO MUCH SURGERY.
And now I have Karma Police! Which I am trying to keep under control.
Never mind that I avoided one bit lump of write-many-many-many-words-on-me-noew-plz by throwing in a handy dose of amnesia, and avoided another scene that wanted to turn into five mini-adventures by, uh, wait, I didn’t avoid that, did I? My bad. *cough* Aren’t Zeppelins shiny? And TRAINS. And suspenders. Heheh. Suspenders.
*drifts off into a trance, staring at suspenders*
So yes. *cough* Control. I’m trying to keep control.
I even have an outline, isn’t it shiny?

Yes. I’m colour coding POVs. So I can keep track of when someone new needs to talk. ^_^ And anything indented means it’s a flashback.
Er, yes, clearly. SO clearly.
But yes. I’m really enjoying the comparison between POVs, though you probably won’t. *evil chuckle* However, it does mean that when I do finish a scene, it’s not easy to just DIVE into the next one, because most of the time the next one is inside someone else’s head. So I have to eat some chocolate, and listen to appropriate music, and braid my hair- er, well, maybe not, but it’s HARD, okay? *whine whine whine*
I really should to traumatize Nanami now. KThnxBai
Footnotes: (Because my little sister mentioned she might be reading this now.)
*POV – Point Of View
^MC – Main Character

Wars are not won by evacuations

I got the edit of Definitely Not Legal done. That is such a deeply flawed story. *shakes head* But it has good parts, and it was my first. 😀

So, comment me if you want a copy. And if you, being deeply deranged and undiscerning, pirate it; I will hunt you down and make you wish I had killed you. *cheeky grin* For the fortunate favorites, (or perhaps not so fortunate,) who read the first copy, it hasn’t changed much. I just put in some (very littlescenes which hopefully will render it less in need of translation.

Fare well!

"A grey wraith on a mad steed."

No, the title has nothing to do with anything, I just liked it a lot. I just came across it this morning, so if you can figure out where it’s from, you know what I’m reading. Uber-bonus points to you if you can identify it. 😀 Oh, oh, and here is another one I loved.

“I used to have so much mercy.” (not from what I’m reading. :D)

Such lovely lines….

Right. I did not get on here to talk about quotes, I got on here to announce my official intent to run through an edit of Definantely Not Legal. I need to get it in some form of decent. And I need to buy some teabags, cause this is gonna be intense. Chocolate, too might help. Right, I’m definately gonna do it this time. For sure. *nods*

I’ll be coherent you’ll see. REALLY coherent.

I apoligize to the world in advance.

I had a quote, but it left with the rest of the language portion of my brain.

Well I really want to finish my story, but my eyes keep closing.

29,360 words. That means I wrote 3234 today. This would explain why my arms hurt. I’m using muscles I don’t usually use. *grins* *rubs arms and shoulders*

Hmm. Class tomorrow. *cries*

I’m almost done with the story. Almost. This causes me joy and sorrow. Joy to have it done, and sorrow cause I’ll have to share the story. Stephanie and I are sharing our stories with each other, which should be interesting. Kendra might also let us read hers. *peers over shoulder* It’ll be very fascinating to see how all my house mates write. I’m not that delighted at the thought of my stuff being read, but oh well.

I know it needs MASSIVE edits. You don’t even know.

I just remembered that tomorrow I have to work in a reference to the god of wine or debauchery. *stares at tomorrow*

I think it’s time to go to bed now.

Oh, leetness, look at the leetness….


That’s really all there is to it.

I meant to introduce some pencil-pushing backstabbers today, but in spite of spending 8 hours in front of a computer, they didn’t materialize. I think they are going to be a bit cooler and more scary than I had originally envisioned. If they make it into print.

Time to shut down and look for pics

No, you see your problem is that you couldn’t get information out of an encyclopedia.

Just give me figures.

Word count: 24,394
Words remaining: 7,453
End dd (drop dead) word count: 31,847
Percentage of story completed: 76.6%
Words per day remaining. 828
Cookies eaten today: 9
Cups of tea drunk today: 2
Titles used and discarded: 2 (Victor’s story & Definately Not Legal)
Dares accepted overall: 6

No, how are you really?

Sanity: Well, when you consider that it’s me we’re talking about…
Coherence: Singing triples on Corellia with my mind and my wits.
Good guy/bad guy confusion: It’ll be sorted out soon, I promise!
Panic level: No, this. This must be what going mad feels like.

Fight, SEDUCE!

Definitely Not Legal
Word count: 20931
Words remaining: 10916

I wrote 1239 words today. Feels like a lot, but then I keep thinking about the spectre of May. *May looms on the Horizon* 50,000 words in a month is what I”m gonna be doing then. *crawls under desk and whimpers*

I got to arrest Alexander, which makes me happy. I finally figured our who he is, (yes, Death Note had a light hand in his character,) just when he got taken down. However, I wasn’t in time to stop him killing someone. With a knife thrown over the shoulder, no less.

Mr. X is just creepy, but Alexander is cool. I want him in jail for a LONG time. No, actually I want him in a penal colony. No, actually I want his memory wiped so I can marry him.

jokes, jokes… *evil grin* However, I was feeling guilty about the insanity of my military people; their lack of security and general incompetence; so I replaced them with S.I.O. (Special Information Operations.) Therefore they can take him away never to be heard off again.

Now my characters are painted out in my head and I know what is going on, I want to go back and edit!!!! *cries*

*clears throat* I got my characters out of the terminal, which makes me happy. Now everything else is in the ambulances and Hospital. Oh, and “interviews.” Hmmmm, Alison is gonna have some hardcore explaining to do. And so will Michael. And Lynn’s parents.

Fragmented entry. I need to go look at my Britten paper for Music

edit: Ha, I just noticed the Death Note, Light reference. And it was entirely subconscious!