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Dec. 5th, 2010 08:49 pmOhay, I haven't posted at all today. That's not like me. Hello! I'm still here.
I don't want to say I spent the weekend crashing, because that sounds dramatic. I did spend a lot of the weekend Being Entertained -- I'm reading China Mieville's "The City & The City" which started slow but is becoming more compelling by the page, since Tyador is my favourite type of character and as the narrator probably will not die. I'm also mainlining Doc Martin, which is like a sort of genteel House MD if House lived in a remote fishing village in Cornwall instead of a constant state of rage. Though I've stopped now because I looked ahead to see if I was right about a plot point, and not only was I terribly wrong but it looks like everything goes to hell. So for me, the series will forever be frozen halfway through the finale of series three, before Martin and Louisa cocked everything up. Furthermore, I don't care what you say, Mick came back and kissed Al, so there.
I fixed up theoriginalsam a bit, because some links were lacking, and then spent a very satisfying couple of hours contemplating the fact that I am now a brand, with a mixture of horror and glee (you have your hobbies, I have mine, don't judge). I cooked comfort food and wore pyjamas a lot.
I haven't written much since the end of November, which was worrying until I realised it was the fifth of December, for the love of god, not June 2011 or something. I've become used to having a dozen irons in the fire at a time, but the past few months I've been consciously reducing the number of different stories I write, if not the total amount of writing I do. Well, also, I've been writing low-stress stuff that is personally satisfying but will never see the light of day. It's just fantasies, they take a few hours to write and when they're done I tuck them away in Gdocs and forget about them.
Ordinarily when I'm working on a novel, or a novel-length fic, I benchmark when it's done and I'm aware that I'm going to be tired after. This past month I adapted Never Leave A Trace to original fiction, so the progress came easier than usual because I was working from an existing structure. I didn't really realise how much work I'd done and thus this little hiatus caught me somewhat unawares. I didn't do fifty thousand words for NaNo, but I turned a sixteen-thousand-word fanfic into a forty-eight-thousand-word novella, which I'm currently polishing up -- it'll probably go up for open beta in January, since I seem to like to start off the new year with a novel. Plus I've been dithering about the whole adapted-fanfic thing, not to mention what to work on next and whether the world really needs another Arthurian fantasy (answer: no, but it's not like that's stopping anyone). I'll go into that incredibly stupid mess some other time.
Someday I will sit down and consciously write a novel that is not about masks and identity. But it probably won't be nearly as much fun as the last few have been...
I don't want to say I spent the weekend crashing, because that sounds dramatic. I did spend a lot of the weekend Being Entertained -- I'm reading China Mieville's "The City & The City" which started slow but is becoming more compelling by the page, since Tyador is my favourite type of character and as the narrator probably will not die. I'm also mainlining Doc Martin, which is like a sort of genteel House MD if House lived in a remote fishing village in Cornwall instead of a constant state of rage. Though I've stopped now because I looked ahead to see if I was right about a plot point, and not only was I terribly wrong but it looks like everything goes to hell. So for me, the series will forever be frozen halfway through the finale of series three, before Martin and Louisa cocked everything up. Furthermore, I don't care what you say, Mick came back and kissed Al, so there.
I fixed up theoriginalsam a bit, because some links were lacking, and then spent a very satisfying couple of hours contemplating the fact that I am now a brand, with a mixture of horror and glee (you have your hobbies, I have mine, don't judge). I cooked comfort food and wore pyjamas a lot.
I haven't written much since the end of November, which was worrying until I realised it was the fifth of December, for the love of god, not June 2011 or something. I've become used to having a dozen irons in the fire at a time, but the past few months I've been consciously reducing the number of different stories I write, if not the total amount of writing I do. Well, also, I've been writing low-stress stuff that is personally satisfying but will never see the light of day. It's just fantasies, they take a few hours to write and when they're done I tuck them away in Gdocs and forget about them.
Ordinarily when I'm working on a novel, or a novel-length fic, I benchmark when it's done and I'm aware that I'm going to be tired after. This past month I adapted Never Leave A Trace to original fiction, so the progress came easier than usual because I was working from an existing structure. I didn't really realise how much work I'd done and thus this little hiatus caught me somewhat unawares. I didn't do fifty thousand words for NaNo, but I turned a sixteen-thousand-word fanfic into a forty-eight-thousand-word novella, which I'm currently polishing up -- it'll probably go up for open beta in January, since I seem to like to start off the new year with a novel. Plus I've been dithering about the whole adapted-fanfic thing, not to mention what to work on next and whether the world really needs another Arthurian fantasy (answer: no, but it's not like that's stopping anyone). I'll go into that incredibly stupid mess some other time.
Someday I will sit down and consciously write a novel that is not about masks and identity. But it probably won't be nearly as much fun as the last few have been...