“Women are not inherently passive or peaceful. We're not inherently anything but human.”
- Robin Morgan
31
Aug
2008
And that, my friends, is what happens when Nyx finally shows back up.
Damn, that was rough going for awhile.
I’m thinking it may end up running a tad long. Will print out what I’ve got tomorrow, but I think I’m through the worst of it.
31
Aug
2008
The problem is, the book stops when Nyx is out of commission. These people can’t slap their asses with both hands without her. Or, rather, there doesn’t appear to be any narrative without her.
Once I push past this part, it’s smooth sailing (which is why I skipped ahead and wrote those parts already), but this whole Nyx being out of the picture thing just fucks up the whole book.
I’m going to need to do a lot of revision once I have a draft. But I guess that was expected. Still.
I fucking hate this book, haven’t I mentioned that enough times yet?
Got another 300 words. I need at least a thousand before I’m allowed to sleep tonight. That leaves me tomorrow to print it out and pull the last of it together.
I’m going to need more pancakes for this in the morning, seriously.
When this fucking book is done I will have seriously earned that month of WoW reward.
31
Aug
2008
This book doesn’t have enough fight scenes.
31
Aug
2008
That was a bloody hard-fought thousand words, man.
The problem with getting to the end of this book is, I’ve already written all of the big fun scenes, and now my entire word count consists of all the boring but necessary transition scenes and touchups where I’m stringing them all together.
It’s like swimming through amber.
More words will be written shortly. Time for a pancakes-for-dinner break.
30
Aug
2008
I cut a bunch yesterday, so this is about another 2k.
I fucking hate this book. Must mean it’s almost fucking done.
29
Aug
2008
Cut about six pages of crap that wasn’t working, which pissed me off.
Then dithered around writing bits and pieces of personal emails and rants. Those, at least, did not piss me off.
Where’s my whiskey?
28
Aug
2008
I actually wrote the last scene of the book tonight, which was weird. It’s so strange to write a book so completely out of order. I did the same with GW, but not to this extent. It’s funny to be so close that you can taste it, but you still have to write about 5k of transition stuff to get you from one big scene to the next.
So close you can fucking taste it, but so much fucking work still to go. Frustrating as hell.
I’m taking a four-day weekend to finish the book. I’m off tomorrow through Monday. This fucker needs to end.
I cut 1K of what I had last time, so this is actually slightly more progress than it appears.
Tra-la. Early morning tomorrow.
26
Aug
2008
I’d been knocking my head against a plot point here at the end of the book the last couple of days.
Today, in preparation for my big weekend push, I printed out and re-read the synopsis I had to write for Black Desert in order to sell the series.
“Ohhhh,” I said aloud, “so *that’s* how they do that.”
Sometimes you get so tangled up with plot threads at the end of a book that you forget that you did, in fact, figure out a way to write yourself out of them.
25
Aug
2008
Typo of the day
vile – for – phial
I seemed to be absolutely convinced of this spelling. I wrote it as “vile” four times.
Lazy phrase of the day (used at least four times in forty pages)
“His eyes looked too big.”
Seriously?
24
Aug
2008
… is that during the last 1/4 to 1/5 of the book, I’m focusing mainly on tying up plot threads and loose ends. This takes all the fun out of writing, for me, which is why squeezing out the last 10K of this book holds about as much “fun” for me as the idea of running a marathon.
In the next draft, I’ll be adding in all the cool scenery and worldbuilding stuff and cleaning up all the dialogue, but for now it’s thread, thread, plotpoint, thread, and hunkering down and getting everything to make sense is just no fun at all!
I’m sure David Lynch feels the same way.
I should just throw in some red curtains, backward talking dream sequences, and have my heroine turn into a blue box at the end.
That’ll keep `em guessing.
