No! Run from the light! Don't.... AIEE!
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This is not good. This is not, not, not good at all NaNoWriMo is fast approaching, and I'm trying to back away from it, the way you'd back away from an unshowered bearded man on the subway with mismatched shoes who's explaining to you why Steven Spielberg's going to hell. And I was all set to employ the ol' trusted (and usually true) alibi that "I ain't got no ideas," except that....
Well, see, I've got this Plot Bunny that I'm chasing down here, and....
*sigh* This never happens, okay? I don't get ideas for novels. I just don't. My last Plot Bunny was roughly four or five years ago, and that magnum opus is still allegedly "in progress," which means that every now and then I add another half a page to the twelve I've already managed to cough up. But last week I found myself bored at work with the holiest of holies (that would be an unopened pack of index cards), and just for the hell of it, I wrote on one card a brief description of a scene that I tried writing ages ago that never took shape. Then I wrote cards for the each of the characters in question, including the one who would be the narrator. Well, that's not quite a story, I thought; it's something that happens on the way to the story. Hm.
So, one more index card, labeled "Random Synapse Firings." Twelve lines on the card. I quickly filled eleven of them with little images and ideas that had moxie, just off the top of my head. I looked at them. First one word caught my eye, just one; I wrote it on the card for the narrator. Then one other word lunged for my attention; it reminded me of a character outline that
rafaela had created once a couple of years ago, but didn't find a home for. I gave her a card of her own.
In the caverns of my brain, I threw her and the narrator into the same room together. And they had a lot to say to each other.
Fuck.
So now I've got about 25 cards and growing: scenes, themes, characters, other things to think about, at least one more Random Synapse Firings card (I've already applied about half of the first one). It's taking shape. And I'm waving the month of November, saying I'll miss it. *sigh* Dammit, dammit, dammit...
By the by: 1) Yes, I've gotten permission from
rafaela to adopt the character in question. 2) Sorry for being vague on the specifics, but I don't want to burst the bubble just yet. I've talked myself out of more good ideas that way.
Well, see, I've got this Plot Bunny that I'm chasing down here, and....
*sigh* This never happens, okay? I don't get ideas for novels. I just don't. My last Plot Bunny was roughly four or five years ago, and that magnum opus is still allegedly "in progress," which means that every now and then I add another half a page to the twelve I've already managed to cough up. But last week I found myself bored at work with the holiest of holies (that would be an unopened pack of index cards), and just for the hell of it, I wrote on one card a brief description of a scene that I tried writing ages ago that never took shape. Then I wrote cards for the each of the characters in question, including the one who would be the narrator. Well, that's not quite a story, I thought; it's something that happens on the way to the story. Hm.
So, one more index card, labeled "Random Synapse Firings." Twelve lines on the card. I quickly filled eleven of them with little images and ideas that had moxie, just off the top of my head. I looked at them. First one word caught my eye, just one; I wrote it on the card for the narrator. Then one other word lunged for my attention; it reminded me of a character outline that
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In the caverns of my brain, I threw her and the narrator into the same room together. And they had a lot to say to each other.
Fuck.
So now I've got about 25 cards and growing: scenes, themes, characters, other things to think about, at least one more Random Synapse Firings card (I've already applied about half of the first one). It's taking shape. And I'm waving the month of November, saying I'll miss it. *sigh* Dammit, dammit, dammit...
By the by: 1) Yes, I've gotten permission from
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