Figuring it Out

So I’m a few days into this new novel, and I really like it. I’ve got about 8K and I’m working my way around the plot – perhaps I shouldn’t have started it with no idea of where it’s going, and actually thought of a plot, but I’ve figured it out now. I like it, I think–I feel like it’s going to be fun to finish writing it, and it’s giving closure to the NaNo novel that I never got, as I wrote a prequel instead of a sequel.

It’s getting to be a lot of fun, really. I like it–I like writing it, and figuring out who my characters are, as I go. I don’t like writing with no concrete ending, even one that I can change–I always like to have some idea even if I know that I’m going to end up switching it for something better. (As a matter of fact, I don’t think I’ve ever written anything without at least a bit of an ending in mind.)

Oh, well. That’s all to be figured out later.


Another Novel

Well, I’ve figured out what I’m going to do with the remainder of the month.

I’ve got 26 days left. If I wanted to do a 50K month, that’d only be 2K/day. So that’s what I’ll do. I have a new idea that I stole from the NaNo forums (though I’m fairly confident it’s going to become really different from what they intended; I’ve managed to fit it into the world I created for my NaNo) and I quite like it. I’ve got 2,261 words so far. It’s fairly slow-going so far, but once the plot kicks off it’s going to be really fun to write.

I really like WriMo months. I know, I’m doing this, two more 50K months, and then a 300K in July, but I’ll take a break from August-October and figure out what I want to do with all of the things I’ve written. It’s not like I’ll stop editing, either; 2K a day leaves room for other things in the day.

Anyway, here, have the first few paragraphs.

We did not mean to start a war. At least, I don’t think we did. It’s hard, sometimes, to remember. When your values get corrupted and what you once stood for becomes what you’re fighting against, it’s hard to make yourself think of a time when things were different. When you were different.

The only things I know, really, are as follows.

We wanted freedom until we had it.

We thought they were right until we saw what they did.

Evil is a many-faced foe.

I don’t pretend to know the answers. I’m the face of the war now, and I’ve been for years and years. They ask me what I think about topics and issues, and I beat around the bush. Some berate me for this, and I let them. It’s better to have them think I’m an idiotic politician than what I truly am; the mind behind all of their pain and suffering, the one who caused that crop to die or orchestrated that death.

Perhaps not directly. Perhaps in some small, infinitesimal way, I’m innocent. And if that’s the truth, I’ll accept it as I have everything else in life; I’ll smile and nod until I’m alone, when I can react. I’ll whoop and cheer but only in secret, always in secret.

If they knew who I was and what I did, I would be killed.


On finishing Screnzy.

Day three and I’ve finished.

… Well, now what do I do with myself?

I tend to do this a lot. I get really into a project, finish really early (because I’m extremely competitive and fall under the mindset of If it’s not difficult, I’m not really winning (this is a really bad habit to have, especially since I haven’t felt much pride because it wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be–yes, I realize this is a major character flaw)) and tend to forget what I did before said project. Yes, it was only being worked on for three days, but for those three days, my mindset was: Work on the script work on it why aren’t you working on it what’s going to happen next let’s change the ending, etc. etc.

Now, I’m sitting here with a finished, 101-page script and I don’t know what to do. I might read, or call Sam. Or watch Cinderella again.

I don’t know, though. Ah. I feel really over-dramatic, because it was, after all, only three days–but I form habits insanely easily and now I feel like I should be working on what happened to Riley, Sid, Carey, Alan, George, and Ryan but I can’t. I refuse to lengthen the script because I feel like it; I ended it at a spot that I’m pleased with and that’s that.

So… Yeah, I suppose. I’ve won Screnzy! I’m sure the pride’s going to be there later. At least, I hope so, because this was somewhat difficult and I’m proud of the result.

3/10 of the way there!

Well, it’s 16 and a half hours in, and I’ve got exactly 31 pages done. This whole day, all of the writing (though, to be fair, the first 25 pages were written in a time span of two hours and I’m not entirely sure where it’s going), has been a real confidence booster. I can hit 100 pages. I can write a 100-page script. Hell, I can write a script, and that’s something I never thought I’d be able to say. (Well, when I say never, I mean that in the loosest term. I did think that perhaps I could.)

Rather, I really enjoy script-writing. It’s kind of freeing, in a way. I like having the four main blocks, and not having to worry about format so much – funnily enough, I worry more about format in a novel – sentence structure, paragraph structure, too much thoughts going on?, etc. But with this, it’s all about the nuances, the dialog, the action, the little things. I’m getting a good hold on it, and I’m using words sparingly – one sentence looks like a hell of a lot when you’re formatting it.

I think, when I read this later, I’m going to be proud of it. It’s not fantastic, and the plot needs work – I can tell that now, thirty pages in – but it’s a script, and I’m enjoying writing it in a different way than when I write novels.

It’s only day one. Yes, I realize. However, I can tell pretty early what my opinions on things like this are, and this is one of the times that I know I enjoy it, and I’m going to keep enjoying it.