I love memes that have to do with writing–anything for an excuse to babble about what you’re working on, right? I stole this one from reoune on LJ.
What’s the last thing you wrote?
The beginning of chapter… (I have to check) 13 of Circle of Many Faces.
Was it any good?
Maybe? It’s all right. Tried to work in some nice imagery. Charlotte and Lia actually had a somewhat normal conversation.
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I was supposed to keep this blog up much better than I have. I kept telling myself I would update this site early into February, and now February’s almost over. Though, I don’t think I have too many readers not on the LiveJournal feed anyhow.
Partially, I blame my Sprained Ankle of Death. I sprained my ankle very badly on January 6, and that combined with my stolen car in December (which has yet to be replaced), I’m stuck at home all the time, and it’s been depressing. It’s getting harder and harder to motivate myself. As the sidebar on the rest of my site will show, I’m 44% to my goal of 20,000 words this month. I think I can do it anyway, but we’ll see.
I’m enjoying my progress on Circle of Many Faces, which I feel is finally going somewhere. It amazes me, when I look back at the NaNo version, how poorly put-together it was. When I hit 30,000 words back then, I was steering the book towards the final showdown. Of course, I was also writing without either a care nor an outline, but in my current version, I’ve still yet to reach the first climactic moment. I’m only a few chapters away, however.
Someone needs to tell my respective younger twins to behave themselves, though. Their characters are taking on traits I never expected them to. Reeve has a mouth that proves whose brother he is, and Aislinn’s table manners are horrifying. As in “Sam, did a cat take a piss in the soup or what?” horrifying. In front of company. Of course, she was just teasing. In the end, she just wants her brother to be happy.
From now on, I’ll try to make myself record some serious writing progress in this blog at least once a week.
I’ve finished chapter seven of Rainbow Covey, first-draft quality, but at least I finished a draft of it. I’m debating whether or not to start eight tonight, because it’s easier to start when you’re riding that wave of success and it’s good Nano practice, but I’m beat. I probably will try to start, but first I have to take the dog out. Funny thing is, much as I hated writing this chapter, it ended up being (at the moment) the longest of all of them. I’ll cut it down a bit in editing, but still.
Even though my word count bars are manual HTML, it does feel nice to add pixels.
It’s interesting talking to people about dreams and how they dream; some people dream insane dreams, others have dreams with coherent storylines…
I dream in imagery, for the most part. There’s usually some vaguely coherent thought process bringing the images together for a dream, but mainly I see things–scenery mostly, perhaps people or events rarely.
And now, in Rainbow Covey, I suddenly know how it happened and what it looks like thanks to my dream last night. (No, I don’t want to post spoilers from my WIP, and no, I won’t identify it.) I’ve also figured out how to delve into the POV of a character other than Asher (who firmly retains POV throughout the novel) for awhile, one that I really want to explore.
Now I need to come up with a nifty word for those sentinel thingies.