verbage: Voice
Feb. 25th, 2012 10:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jazzfishWords: 1008
Total words: 2053
Neat things: Spitting on a hologram. Being responsible for an entire city.
Reports from the front:
10 AM: DRAFTKILL COMMENCING.
3 PM: Well, this isn't the story I thought I was writing, but given the trouble that one was giving me I'm okay with this.
6 PM: Right on schedule: 100% plotted, 75% written, 99% sure it sucks.
8 PM: Hey, that's a draft. How'd that happen? Now to revise.
10 PM: Alpha-read, lightly revised, and sent. What a day
I dunno, man. I sat down at ten this morning intending to come out the other side of today either with my story or on it. After not getting anywhere for about an hour I came up with a different plot altogether, and got the whole shape of that one, and then it was mostly just typing it up.
I don't know what I've learned from this. External deadlines motivate me like nothing else, but I knew that. I can in fact still come up with a story when pushed; that's good to know, though I'd rather it were a bit less stressful. Part of why I couldn't get anywhere with the original plot was a vagueness as to what happens when... but I knew what the next scene was, and I couldn't just write it and find out what happens next from there. Maybe my process has changed. I don't know that I approve if it has, although if it stops me from writing twenty pages of buildup so that I know what happens in the three pages of plot it's a net positive.
Also, the suck in this one is localised to a pair of conversational exchanges. Too bad that one of them sets up the whole emotional payoff, and the other is that payoff. Oh well. Only way to learn is to fail, and the next one will be differently bad.
Total words: 2053
Neat things: Spitting on a hologram. Being responsible for an entire city.
Reports from the front:
10 AM: DRAFTKILL COMMENCING.
3 PM: Well, this isn't the story I thought I was writing, but given the trouble that one was giving me I'm okay with this.
6 PM: Right on schedule: 100% plotted, 75% written, 99% sure it sucks.
8 PM: Hey, that's a draft. How'd that happen? Now to revise.
10 PM: Alpha-read, lightly revised, and sent. What a day
I dunno, man. I sat down at ten this morning intending to come out the other side of today either with my story or on it. After not getting anywhere for about an hour I came up with a different plot altogether, and got the whole shape of that one, and then it was mostly just typing it up.
I don't know what I've learned from this. External deadlines motivate me like nothing else, but I knew that. I can in fact still come up with a story when pushed; that's good to know, though I'd rather it were a bit less stressful. Part of why I couldn't get anywhere with the original plot was a vagueness as to what happens when... but I knew what the next scene was, and I couldn't just write it and find out what happens next from there. Maybe my process has changed. I don't know that I approve if it has, although if it stops me from writing twenty pages of buildup so that I know what happens in the three pages of plot it's a net positive.
Also, the suck in this one is localised to a pair of conversational exchanges. Too bad that one of them sets up the whole emotional payoff, and the other is that payoff. Oh well. Only way to learn is to fail, and the next one will be differently bad.
