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.)

You Were Warned

I still have hope that there's something good in there, it's just WAY buried. Maybe the soldering iron part? ^_^

This is what happens when I try and write military stuffs. A sign, I think.

Word Count: 446

Scenes: 1

I don't want to talk about it.

Better days....

Ahem. When I SHOULD have been cleaning my room, I discovered this. *chortles* I'm not sure how accurate they are, but, I found the quiz Very Amusing. Which is perhaps because I just woke up. *cough*

You should all take it. *pushes you towards quiz* :D

Kael is only a little like you. She isn't really very cool: she blends into crowds, she hangs out on the fringes at parties, and wearing shades after dark makes her run into things. She may have sometimes thought that she was special, or destined for greater things, but probably dismissed the idea as a fantasy. She's had more than her fair share of hard knocks, and probably spends more time than she ought moaning about it. And she's gotten no slack from you.

In general, you care deeply about Kael, but you're smart enough to let her stand on her own, without burdening her with your personal fantasies or propping her up with idealization and over-dramatization. Kael is a healthy character with a promising career ahead of her.

Score Breakdown:

I Love Her, I Let Her Go 9

You Mean Plaid Is Out? 7

I'm Destined For What? 3

Angst R Us 16

Momma HATES Her! 1

Total: 36

Jennet is only a little like you. She is not at all cool; in fact, she thinks cool is a temperature reading, and when she says "Oh, I just put on whatever old thing's lying around," she means "on the floor, where I threw it last night - but I turned the underwear inside out first." There's never been anything special about her that she could see; boy, is she in for a surprise. She's come in for her share of hurt, but gotten off with minor damage. And she's gotten no slack from you.

In general, you care deeply about Jennet, but you're smart enough to let her stand on her own, without burdening her with your personal fantasies or propping her up with idealization and over-dramatization. Jennet is a healthy character with a promising career ahead of her.

Score Breakdown:

I Love Her, I Let Her Go 7

She's The Anti-Cool 1

Plain Jane 1

Can't Complain 3

Momma HATES Her! 3

Total: 15

"You're the lesson I never learned/ You're my sunburn."

Wordcount: 1,165

Scenes: 3

The lameness continues. *sigh* Basically I killed everyone today. And it was boring. I hate it when that happens.

Excerpt:

Tenish and Neph. :D

Burnout! My old friend! It's been days, how are you? And your boyfriend Distraction, how is he? Been hanging around, if you know what I mean...

Wordcount: 1,829

Scenes: 3

I ALWAYS do this. I get to the big shiny scene I've been laying the groundwork for, and I don't want to write it.

*yawns*

*pokes story*

*story is shiny and awesome and tempting*

*I go off to make tea*

Sigh. Perhaps tomorrow will be better. I have lots of short stuff to write, and then lots of flashback and trauma I'm really insecure about, plot-wise. Sigh Times Two. Anyhow, here's some Excerpt!

A Dulamon retrospective! Because he's awesome.

"Does justice ever find you/ do the wicked ever loose/ is there any song to sing/ beside these blues/ and nothing is okay/ till the world caves in.."

Wordcount: 2,624

Scenes: I didn't even finish one. ^_^

I blame this on the fact that Jennet gets wordy when she's traumatized, which since she's in a novel of mine, happens a lot. But then she's also talking to Jole, and Jole and Jennet are so easty to write together. *grins* Regrettably, I can only keep one eye open at a time any more. ANd my grammar and spelling are going a little more than usual squish. SO I have to give up and sleep. Boooooooo. Boooooo. *throws rotten vegetables*

In happy news, I only have to finish this scene and that's the end of a serial, and then I only have ONE more serial to write. Evah. (For this novel). I feel like I won't know what to do with my mind. THough I'm oreety pretty sure I'll find something to do. I'm an imaginative girl, after all.

ANd before I get too far ahead of myself, I still have a lot to write. A lot of TRAUMA. *happy smile*

Here is some excerpt, under a lock for paranoia purposes. I chose this bit cause it doesn't really give away the plot, and yeah. Shout at me if you want to read it and can't.

People Are Awesome.

I really can only keep one eye open, it's interesting.

This feels curiously like Nano, aside from the heat!

I meant to write, and somehow I spent an hour cleaning out my email inbox. I'm, not sure how that happened. *is confused*

And then I stayed up for two hours writing something I already KNEW was gonna end up as a cut scene. It just does nothing for anyone. *sigh* Time management skills, I don't haz them.

Word count: 1,582 (only 832, really)

Scenes: 2 (only 1, really)

*sigh*

Anyhow, here's something new!

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