"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.)
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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? ^_^

"… a decided Negative."

I wrote 2,477 words today. Of that, 2,070 was written after 22:20. WHYY?????

Actually, I don’t totally hate all of it either, which is new and exciting. 😛 Jennet was AWESOME. *hugs her* I knew you could do it, girly. And Neph. Wow. Neph was also SUCH a man. I need to rewrite that just to show how much of a man he was. Let’s see. Howling was disturbing and I tried to kill him twice, though it didn’t work. Oh, and Tenish. *sniffs* Tenish was just as leet as ever. Gosh, I need to get to something happy soon. Maybe I can marry off Terra and Pepper, really sickeningly sweetly?

"We get to hallucinate too? I should have done this years ago!’

A shout out out to each of my poor mistreated (main) characters. 😀

Tenish: You’re made of awesome. You’re SO made of awesome. I’m sorry about what I’m going to do to you, I really am. But you’ll get through it- you’re made of awesome.
Haggerty: Watch your mouth, man. Though you probably did get me 200 extra words for that scene alone, not to mention the whole “fighting the guest” deal. I, ah, don’t quite know if I like you or not.
Neph: See, aren’t you glad you survived? You have the potential to be made of awesome, I just know it. *hugs him*
Jole: You poor man. Uh, I’m sorry. I’m sorry? I’ll get you out in the end, I SWEAR!
Bleach: You’re an arrogant S.O.B. and you need to bleed. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to show that yet. It will come, though, never fear.
Etna: Life happens, we know. I’ll get them out safe. I’m sorry? I’ll just be, uh, over here. Please don’t look at me.
Jaslyn: You’re hard core, woman. *runs away*
Sarti: See, aren’t you glad you unexpectedly turned out to be a druggie? Now you get to play with ships, and hallucinate and stuff! *sheepish* I’ll, uh, find you a nice guy. *cough* *backs away*
Bensch, Tru, Terra and Pepper: Your moment will come, I swear. You have good moments, too. With books and ribbons.
Dane: I hate you. *slaps him*
Verjinya: STOP CRYING, GIRL. *slaps her*
Petria. Well, now that I know your backstory, it makes more sense. I’m sorry you ever looked at Dane? *pats on shoulder* And it just gets worse for you, too. I’m sorry. See, here’s some nice chocolate! You like chocolate, right?
Appel: *laughs* I don’t actually know your backstory, or what you have hidden in that room of yours, or what illegal activities you’re engaged in. But I’m sure they’re VERY interesting. And your tattoo is shiny.
Jennet: I’m sorry… *hugs her* But you’re too smart to not know the truth.
Tanner and all the Guardians: I’M SORRY!!!!!! I NEEDED DEATH SCENE!
Kael: I would apologize, but you brought it all on yourself. And you know this. Look, it does get better, eventually. So don’t get too drunk, please? Uh, Tenish, could you watch Kael please? She’s gone off to hurt herself again…
Dulamon: You might be one of my favorite characters of all time. So I send creepy women your way and set you on fire. Huh. CAUSE I KNOW YOU CAN HANDLE IT!!! And the message thing was really sweet, it really was. Too bad she never got the messages and settled for cutting herself instead. Yep, you fail, man. Maybe I’ll give you a second chance?
Howling: Uh, please no torture? I mean, what would be the point of that? Uh, don’t answer that. I’ll just stay on the other side of the ‘verse, thank you. Stay away. I will shoot you with a flame thrower!
I like my story. 😀