"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!

Run On Sentences Rock My World

I thought, since there's, like, three whole* new people who are reading this blog, and they haven't read any of my so-called writing, that I'd jump on the excerpt bandwagon. Also, formatting this post buys me almost five whole minutes of procrastination time, and I'm out of tea to procrastinate by making. My logic is without peer.

*Perhaps not "whole" people, because they seem to be pretty much insane in the best of ways, which lends its self to being mildly shattered.

Excerpt:
Shoes

One, nothing wrong with me. Two, nothing wrong me. Three, nothing wrong with me.

Total words: 28, 230

Today's words: 4,571

Short of objective: 1,770

Wow, so, I'm behind. Yeah. The weekend did that. I blame it on the wine, personally. :D As well as my prejudice against writing on a bus full of drunk people who might look over my shoulder and start reading. Oh, and other people's silly prejudice against writing novels at staff parties. Pshaw.

But I managed to get a descent amount done today, and I even made mysterious dinner with things I found under the sink. *cough* I mean, with selected vegetables, oven roasted with fresh ground pepper and olive oil. Isn't marketing fun?

Quote of the day:

I’m sorry Private, I didn’t hear you clearly over the noise my command insignia was making. Did you say that you are able to perform my search at the same level I am? Private?

NO SIR!

May starts on Thursday? *panics*

Here are some lovely quotes I found while waiting for my files to upload to an ftp server.

To sum it all up, if you want to write, if you want to create, you must be the most sublime fool that God ever sent out and set rambling.
You must write every day of your life.
You must read dreadful dumb books and glorious books and let them wrestle in beautiful fights inside your head, vulgar one moment, brilliant the next.
You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfume and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads.
I wish for you a wrestling match with your Creative Muse that will last a lifetime.
I wish craziness and foolishness and madness upon you.
May you live with hysteria, and out of it make fine stories- science fiction or otherwise.
Which finally means, may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.
-Ray Bradbury

Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.
-William Saroyan

There really are no characters in plays; there are relationships.
-Arthur Miller

First drafts are for learning what your novel or story is about.
-Bernard Malamud

Never tell your reader what your story is about. Reading is a participatory sport. People do it because they are intelligent and enjoy figuring things out for themselves.
-George V. Higgins

Never feel guilty about reading. That's what you do.
-William Safire.

Tell almost the whole story.
-Anne Sexton

When the plot flags, bring in a man with a gun.
-Raymond Chandler

Sounds like fun.