Gettin’ The Bug

Just a week to NaNoWriMo now!!

And to StaWaPoWriMo!

I’m not doing the Cocoa the Clown one because I’ve already got to write 1700 words a day with Nano and doing the Star Wars Post one as well is gonna give me plenty to do. I’m crap at drawing anyway.

I can’t wait. This year I’m not gonna try and have days off, this time I’m gonna attempt to write everyday which is why my target is 1700 a day. Which comes to 51000 words but that’s OK. It means I might not have much to write at the end.

Didn’t write anything yesterday for DF Draft Three – I aim to make it up today and do loads. I have a week to finish the Prologue, which is the bit that needs the most work.

It’s on!!

Grasping Excalibur

I’m gonna do it.

I was thinking about it last night, as I have been for several days but I’m gonna rewrite those first 10k words of Darth Floyd with Stormbringer as an Agoraphobic. The Beauty Salon stuff wasn’t exactly comedy gold and it doesn’t really sit right anyway. The rest of the novel will just need some minor rejigging after that’s done. Hopefully it’ll only take me a few days, hopefully just the run up to NaNoWriMo.

And then when that’s done, I’ve decided that I’m gonna email Hilary Johnson and see how much it’ll cost for some sort of assessment. I know it’ll cost me, but it could be the key…

I gotta restructure now. I’m excited. Can you tell?

*glee*

How Beige Was My Kitchen

I think I accepted long ago that everything was pretty much pointless, that we’re all here for no especial reason and it doesn’t matter if I never make it as a writer as it’ll all be blown away in cosmic dust one day.

You, and me, and everything. Even this rock I’m perched on.

I dunno. I don’t care. I don’t. No point in any of it. If I sit here and fart around on the Internet for the rest of my life, it won’t matter. I’ve been able to enjoy the mammoth vision that is Seven Worlds even if no-one else cares enough to see it.

Fuck it all, do you hear me God? Fuck it all. I’m not sad tonight, I’m just defiant. And sometimes it’s good to be defiant, piss into the wind even if it spills back onto your shoes as you stand laughing hysterically on a sand dune in the dark. Maybe the moon is out as well, shining down over the sea. Can you picture that? It looks pretty sweet from where I’m sitting on this rock.

You know what else? It can all end tomorrow. I’m pretty much done. I don’t need to write anymore. I probably could write and I will write if the world doesn’t end, but I have no fucking regrets. I have nothing more to say really, nothing that I ain’t said before. Cos none of it matters when all is said and done, in fact it never fucking did. And it never will again.

I didn’t know I’d turned into a fatalist. I thought that was a man thing?

Whatever.

Oh God I’m Always With You

I’m quite overcome, right now.

I’ve just worked on the plot structure of World Three and the end has come out more heart-rendering than I expected it would. It reminds me of the emotion in The Abyss, a favourite movie of mine. That whole bit where Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio is on the radio to Ed Harris as he’s descending to the sea floor.

But it’s not like that, other than the emotion of that scene.

The structure is as complete as it’s likely to be, for a first draft. I think there’s a lot I can bring into it, in a second draft. It’s nice to have a first draft sitting there to be built upon.

Roll on Nov the 1st!! Even if I don’t make 50,000 words by Nov the 30th, I hope to make a significant inroad into World Three as I did with World Two last year – I managed 32,000 words before running out of steam.

But at least I got it finished. Eventually!

The Scaffolding

Well I’ve got a structure for No Prophet In Peace underway. It needs a lot more work before Nov the 1st but at least I made a start. I’ve got stuff to figure out but at least I’ve got enough to get started. I know what (sort of) happens at the end but I need to get there in the first place. I’m wondering if Darth Floyd can make an appearance in this one. Maybe she can – I like crossovers.

I’m excited about this – I’ve been looking forward to this one! Roll on Nov the 1st!

I Feel Like Florentyna Kane When The President Dies

It’s not been a wasted day.

Far from it. I bought dominatrix boots and Sex and the City Season Six in Bury. ph33r m3!

And I’ve begun hashing out my plot for World Three, entitled No Prophet In Peace. Yes it’s a pun of sorts.

Nanowrimo, here I come! Right back where I started from!

I need to get those mistakenly purchased ink cartridges exchanged so I can print out some more of my short pieces for Seven Worlds. Also I need to back up all my junk tonight so I’m ready to move into the new puter tomorrow, FOR THAT IS WHEN IT ARRIVES!!!! And I need to post my DF (World One) sample chapters to the next agent I’ve got lined up.

Despite everything that’s happened this week, the outlook is:

GOOD.

The Worm Turns

I’m probably doing Nanowrimo again this year. I haven’t totally decided yet.

If I *am* doing Nanowrimo, I got a lot of groundwork to lay in on World Three, which is the project I’ll be doing, if I do take part.

Oh hell. I’m in!!