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[JanusTwoface]

If anyone wants a bit of a distraction and wants to read my first chapter, I finally got around to uploading it:

Computational Demonology
Chapter 1 - The Book

[sjm9876]

Got about 400 words today. Better than yesterday's nothing. Not good enough thought. Need to drag myself out of the goddamn pit. If only that was as easily done as said.

And the mate I was doing it with has finished. How the hell?

[Sappho]

Holy shit, I can't believe it.



9:30 pm. Another night where I finish right before bed. When I wake up, they will be blue again, and that widget will have a red box on it.

I have to say, though. Usually when I'm feeling the way I've been feeling lately, I'm not able to do things like this, no matter how badly I want to. Even though I'm having a hard time, I'm actually doing this. Even though I'm already starting to feel like I'm writing garbage, it's not good enough, I should be capable of better... At least I'm doing it. I can always fix it later. I'm not sure how I'm finding it in myself to do this. But I'm glad I started, that's for sure.

[shadenight123]

Fun Fact:
I write without putting down a single plot point.
Literally.
I can't write any story that has an 'infrastructure'. I grow bored and stop.
I create the world and the characters...and then I let them interact with one another to form stories.
At the present I'm watching my story apparently grab a sort-of utterly creepy Dracula-remake trying to get inspiration through a muse, and a Merlin-like wannabe investigator torturing a young girl for reasons so unknown I don't know them (yet) either.
But all is well.
And maybe I need a psychiatrist.
...
Muse, stop. Please. Stahp.

*Snippet of normal interaction between 'Basileus' (the Investigator) and 'Lyara' (The Protagonist)*

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

She gave him a sour look, annoyance starting to filter through her meagre patience. “Can’t you do something to get us there faster? What’s the point in walking like this?”
“If you keep your eyes fixed on the destination, you miss the wonders of the trip,” the Investigator replied. His walking stick hit a croaking toad that jumped in mid-air in front of him, sending it with a sickening crunch to pop against a floating ribcage.
“What wonders are there in a marsh filled with corpses, toads and insects?” Lyara hissed, scratching the side of her face as she saw bugs the size of fist scuttle by in the tall grass or soar past in the marshes’ fog.
“There is always a story somewhere, for someone who has keen eyes…like that guy over there,” his walking cane pointed at a sliced skeleton, gripping a rusty sword that stuck through his ribs. “That guy…is a fake. It’s one of those urchins ‘I know the safest road through the swamp, the one that leads to an exit to the surface’. Unfortunately, he was the worst type of fake: the stupid one.”
“He tried the trick on someone who caught on?”
“Oh no, it was far more stupid. He had a clique.”
Lyara snorted. “He trusted people in this shithole? How long had he been down here to begin with?”
“Now, I don’t want to speak badly of the deceased,” Basileus continued, “But you have to admit, you shouldn’t be surprised to find yourself gutted by your friend when it’s their mother you killed a few days prior.”
“Sounds like a stupid tale now,” Lyara said. “If they were friends, shouldn’t they know each other’s mothers?”
“Not if the mother didn’t know her son was down there, or you know…it happens. Miscommunication killed more people than you can count in a lifetime. Shakespeare made a play on it too.”
“Shake…spear? Was he a porn actor or something?”
Basileus emitted a snort-like cough. “He was something of the sort, yes.”
The rumbling of rushing water grew with the disappearance of the fog. The ground turned sturdier, as wooden panels began to float atop the water level. The insects became smaller as the frogs’ screams died out.

[inEQUALITY]

Holy shit, I can't believe it.



9:30 pm. Another night where I finish right before bed. When I wake up, they will be blue again, and that widget will have a red box on it.

I have to say, though. Usually when I'm feeling the way I've been feeling lately, I'm not able to do things like this, no matter how badly I want to. Even though I'm having a hard time, I'm actually doing this. Even though I'm already starting to feel like I'm writing garbage, it's not good enough, I should be capable of better... At least I'm doing it. I can always fix it later. I'm not sure how I'm finding it in myself to do this. But I'm glad I started, that's for sure.

Internet High-Five.

That pesky internal editor is a tough nut to keep under wraps sometimes, but it's well worth it. There will be plenty of time after you've finished, sat back to relax, and then reread your work before he - or she, if your internal editor just so happens to be so - should be let out of its cage.

I've also noticed you're the only one of the people listed under my Writing Buddies on NaNo that have hit the 10k mark yet. You're succeeding where plenty of others, who likely don't have to deal with the same sort of problems, are failing! Seems encouraging! Encouragement in others' failure may seem vicious, but it's encouragement nonetheless.

[Doomblade187]

As the OP, I'll start posting up widgets in a spoiler in the first post if you want- just let me know via PM or whatnot, though if you could send me the image link that would be nice as well.

And now to write essays and then work on NaNo.

[Caz]

Snatched par in the 2 minutes before the 'next day' began. Word warring a friend near-constantly for an hour certainly does the trick, even if the whole 2k is some of the more puerile nonsense I've written this year.


C'est example

"Snakes erupt from her face, and black tar runs down bloodless eye-sockets. The walls come alive with chanting priests standing on a podium of dismembered hands. Alive hands, with reaching fingers. The fingernails sail off like confetti in the air, twirling in a windless room."

All of my wat.

[Xantalos]

FUNK YEAH 50 WORDS
I'M ON A ROLL

And now watch as I bust out 49000 words in the last 3 days.

[Gentlefish]

Snatched par in the 2 minutes before the 'next day' began. Word warring a friend near-constantly for an hour certainly does the trick, even if the whole 2k is some of the more puerile nonsense I've written this year.


C'est example

"Snakes erupt from her face, and black tar runs down bloodless eye-sockets. The walls come alive with chanting priests standing on a podium of dismembered hands. Alive hands, with reaching fingers. The fingernails sail off like confetti in the air, twirling in a windless room."

All of my wat.

sounds like nightvale.

[Doomblade187]

Ah, just barely pulled par tonight. RL intervened, but I still made it. Now to be happy. 

3869 words as of this post.

[Sappho]

Thanks for the encouragement, Inequality. This morning I woke up actually feeling quite good about the book. I spent an hour doing some research on Wikipedia, which is my only resource at the moment since my friend bailed on me, and found enough details that I'm sure I can fill in the rest. The advantage to using fairy tales and mythology is there's always a lot of ambiguity and freedom to make your own versions. Ideas for what will happen next are starting to fill my head.

Sadly, it's already 9:40 and I have to leave for work in less than an hour, and still need to get ready and pack a lunch, as well as clean out the cat box. So I only have about 20 minutes to actually write. Work is starting to seem like nothing more than a pesky interruption to my writing time. I hope my motivation will stay so high in the afternoon/evening, when I'm tired out from the first and second graders I have to teach today.

I also woke up with some ideas on how to fix the structure a bit, make it flow better. But that will require editing, so I've decided that I may only go back and change these things once I've already hit my word count for today.

Happy writing, everyone! Remember, if I can overcome sleep attacks, depression, and a full time job to hit my word count, you can do it too! Just get it done, you can get it right later! : D

[Darkmere]

I'm glad to hear things are going well, Sappho.

After a week of painful delays and late starts and frustrating plot setups, I just wrote my 9,731st word. I will break 10,000, finish Act 1, finish my main arc setup, and introduce a major character tomorrow. I can't wait.

Brain shutting down. Entering sleep mode.....

[WillowLuman]

Almost at 1500 tonight. If I can just break 2000, then I can get back on track tomorrow, no classes.

[Gentlefish]

first and second graders I have to teach today.

Wow you're a teacher? You have my greatest respect and also most sincere apology if you work in the US.

Okay. Enough procratinating. I have a physics lab and one class tomorrow. Easy.

Energy drinks and gummy snacks and pringles. Acquired.

All-night writing party commences.

[Sappho]

first and second graders I have to teach today.

Wow you're a teacher? You have my greatest respect and also most sincere apology if you work in the US.

I'm not in the US. I'm in Prague. Actually my job is pretty great, but extremely exhausting. As I feared, I am just home from work (took 30 minutes longer than usual to get home because of an accident on one of the roads by the tram line) and completely exhausted and brain fogged. The day was far more chaotic than usual due to an open house at the school (parents sticking their heads in, rooms getting swapped around, etc.) and it was just too much. Now all I want to do is go to bed, but I've barely started writing for the day.

The good news is, I found a web site where I can stream classic Czech films, ones that never got mainstream enough for me to download them otherwise. There are generally no subtitles, but since they're mostly children's films, I should manage to understand enough. There are a lot of fairy tales that I can use as research for my book. And it's always cool when you can watch a bunch of Czech films as research for a book and not feel guilty about it at all (though obviously it doesn't relieve me of my word count obligation).