"Gonna drive till I drop/till the tires turn to metal/gonna sleep when I’m dead/gonna laugh like the devil…"

Word Count: 1021

Scenes: 2
I think I maybe filled in some holes. Or maybe I just muddled it up more. It’s kinda unclear. Tomorrow, we get treason! Go me! *throws shoes*
Oh wait, that was the wrong projectile. Oh well. I’ll fix it in revision. ^_^
Also, Where No One Knows Me, by Jann Arden, is a good song. *nods*
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"And everybody was for fighting/wouldn’t wanna waste a thing/ cold cold water bring me round…"

Free Jazz:
I am
listening
to
Emo
music
WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS SCENE, THAT IT DRIVES ME TO THIS?
Well, aside from the fact that everybody dies, and Kael goes crazy and kills herslf

I think I’ve identified the source of the problem.

So it’s done. This scene is totally on drugs, but some kind of a pattern for the rewrite is down in text. I need to back this up… *runs away briefly*

I have to say though, this scene was insanely hard to write. It was the one that sparked this story for me in the first place, only by now all the characters are quite different, as well as the tech and what I have of plot. So I have this really vivid picture in my head, that doesn’t WORK, so I have to keep shooing it away. Also, well, I’m writing from inside Kael’s head. When you catch yourself thinking ~this would just make more sense if I was on drugs, then I could get the real feel of it~ this should be a sign to you that you have issues. I’ve only been trying to write it since Monday? *sigh* I can also attribute the hard-ness of the scene to the fact that I’m doing my traditional reaction to a Big Scene, and loosing interest, as well as doing my traditional reaction to The End Is In Sight, and saying I’m so close that it hardly matters, I can write that tomorrow. All very healthful and good for me. And my story.
HOWEVER.
And this is a big however. This scene OFFICIALLY marks the end of Kael’s trauma. Everything from here out for her is good, even when it makes her cry. (Especially when it makes her cry.) Jennet is still going to be traumatized just a little, but I promise it’s for the best! You get to be Kick-Ass, Jennet! Isn’t that what you want?
I’ll go sleep now. Tomorrow Dulamon gets to be awesome, and we make Kael cry! *happy smile*

Excerpt:

You Noticed!

"You can’t find your way home, but you know my music. It evens out."

Wordcount: 621

Scenes: 1 and a bit?
I went back to fix a bunch of stuff today, which accounts for the small word count. Well, that and the visits, and the park, and meeting the band, and eating, and traveling… *cough* What I did write makes me happy though, which in turn makes me happy in a broader sense. 😛 And I think I might actually be managing to explain the madness that is my mind, and support certain issues, which FILLS ME WITH HOPE.
Not that I need hope.
Noooooooooooooooooo. No need AT ALL.
In other hopeful (?) news, I have ten scenes to write in eight days. GO ME. ahem. (But one of them might involve Haggerty and a table, (which is easy to write,) we’ll see.)

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? ^_^