For some reason I have this insane urge to create some sort of Wuxia-Victorian Gothic (clothing as well as some of the era elements)-steampunk story/world. I have no idea what that would even look like. I don't even have characters or a story idea. But man I want to make that. I don't even know how you'd go about successfully mashing those together. I am a little strange. :)
Carry on.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
I'm in a bad mood.
so this is what came out. I leave you with a snippet.... because I really haven't written very much more and I have no idea what the plot is. But I do think it might be a short story. It's rough, it's raw, it hasn't been edited. Enjoy.
There's something incredibly satisfying about the sound of a man's head crunching into brick wall. It's not just the crunching noise, it's the way it crunches.The particular combination of crunch and smack. It's the jarring reverberation that travels back up my arm from the force of it. You can feel things shifting inside their head. Delightfully broken things. Things that aren't meant to shift. It's usually accompanied by some sort of grunting noise from the head currently being introduced to brick. I blame mom. It's her fault I'm such a violence junky.
Mom was canny old bitch. She knew that all the conflict and aggression inside her was a sword that would never go dull, never get worn down or tamed. After all, it was what she was created out of. Her very presence inflames people, makes them angry and prone to picking fights. And with their life's purpose finally achieved, there wasn't much cause for it all. I think she was tired of being the Incarnation of War for so long. So she settled down and had me --the only possible thing she could do to siphon off all that anger. But the selfish bitch didn't just halve it or something, that could of given us both problems, but probably manageable ones. No, she dumped as much of it as she possibly could into me and shot off to go sip Mai Tai's in fucking Maui. Leaving me with the armor, the sword, the horse and the biggest chip on my shoulder you've ever seen.
There's something incredibly satisfying about the sound of a man's head crunching into brick wall. It's not just the crunching noise, it's the way it crunches.The particular combination of crunch and smack. It's the jarring reverberation that travels back up my arm from the force of it. You can feel things shifting inside their head. Delightfully broken things. Things that aren't meant to shift. It's usually accompanied by some sort of grunting noise from the head currently being introduced to brick. I blame mom. It's her fault I'm such a violence junky.
Mom was canny old bitch. She knew that all the conflict and aggression inside her was a sword that would never go dull, never get worn down or tamed. After all, it was what she was created out of. Her very presence inflames people, makes them angry and prone to picking fights. And with their life's purpose finally achieved, there wasn't much cause for it all. I think she was tired of being the Incarnation of War for so long. So she settled down and had me --the only possible thing she could do to siphon off all that anger. But the selfish bitch didn't just halve it or something, that could of given us both problems, but probably manageable ones. No, she dumped as much of it as she possibly could into me and shot off to go sip Mai Tai's in fucking Maui. Leaving me with the armor, the sword, the horse and the biggest chip on my shoulder you've ever seen.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
On a humorous side note
The title for one of the blogs I follow is "blood donor." My immediate thought was, dear god, your story is bleeding you dry too?! Lol. Of course it's much different when I read the actual post. Guess it just shows where my headspace is.
Grats on a new story idea Lyra! I think you come up with ideas like most people breathe. :)
Grats on a new story idea Lyra! I think you come up with ideas like most people breathe. :)
4 Days
'Til I find out if I made early acceptance. To say that I'm on pins and needles would be an understatement. I'm having a hard time thinking about most everything else. Which is sort of killing my productivity and sleep. Definitely, yea, definitely sleep. I worry too much. This comes as a HUGE surprise to anyone who has been following this blog I know. You're shocked. Now, can we get back to the part where I mentioned that I have no fingernails and the first digit of every finger has been mysteriously chewed off by, er, aliens. Yea.
I will not beg the universe. I will not beg the universe. I will n- *gets down on knees and wrings hands pathetically* PLEEEEEEAAASSSEEEE!
In sadder news. I seriously haven't written anything of note for my story in a month. Jesus. My head does NOT want to go there and I do not know why. I have tried fiddling around with a short story idea that will not leave me alone, but the research I feel like I need keeps dragging it to a standstill. I did finally manage to wring (why yes, it IS the word of the day, how did you guess) about 300-500 words of the opening down so I guess that's something.
I feel like I have a lot on my plate right now and thus very, very stressed. Not that I take the stuff, but I do occasionally have days where it feels like mainlining prozac would be a good thing. Tappety, tappety on the vein! ;p
How y'all doing out there?
I will not beg the universe. I will not beg the universe. I will n- *gets down on knees and wrings hands pathetically* PLEEEEEEAAASSSEEEE!
In sadder news. I seriously haven't written anything of note for my story in a month. Jesus. My head does NOT want to go there and I do not know why. I have tried fiddling around with a short story idea that will not leave me alone, but the research I feel like I need keeps dragging it to a standstill. I did finally manage to wring (why yes, it IS the word of the day, how did you guess) about 300-500 words of the opening down so I guess that's something.
I feel like I have a lot on my plate right now and thus very, very stressed. Not that I take the stuff, but I do occasionally have days where it feels like mainlining prozac would be a good thing. Tappety, tappety on the vein! ;p
How y'all doing out there?
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Dumb question
How are you two following blogs? I can't seem to find where I go to enable this.... *hides in corner*
Friday, January 23, 2009
Today, Today
I mailed my stuff off. Instantly my stress levels went down which is fantastic. I thought I'd be a wreck because the whole process is kind of out of my hands and all I can do is wait to hear back from them.
Instead I'm feeling strangely fine with it...for now. :)
I think I'm just so glad to not be stressing about it for now. I don't have to worry about anything until end of Feb. so I won't. I've done the best I can, the rest is up to them to decide if my best was good enough. But man oh man, I hope it was.
I'm taking the week and doing whatever with it. No pressure, no must do's. If I feel the urge to write, I will. If I don't, I won't and I won't beat myself up over it either.
I need to learn how to relax and accept that I don't have to be productive 24/7. A) because it's just not healthy and B) because I'm pretty sure it's directly responsible for some of the times when I can't seem to get anything down on paper. I had the same problem when I was painting freelance. If I wasn't pulling 12-14 hour days then I was a lazy slacker who was goofing off. Wow way to beat yourself up unnecessarily.
I wish I had a good videogame to play right now though. No reading. Except for the new Fables trade paperback, volume 11. Totally doesn't count. ;)
Instead I'm feeling strangely fine with it...for now. :)
I think I'm just so glad to not be stressing about it for now. I don't have to worry about anything until end of Feb. so I won't. I've done the best I can, the rest is up to them to decide if my best was good enough. But man oh man, I hope it was.
I'm taking the week and doing whatever with it. No pressure, no must do's. If I feel the urge to write, I will. If I don't, I won't and I won't beat myself up over it either.
I need to learn how to relax and accept that I don't have to be productive 24/7. A) because it's just not healthy and B) because I'm pretty sure it's directly responsible for some of the times when I can't seem to get anything down on paper. I had the same problem when I was painting freelance. If I wasn't pulling 12-14 hour days then I was a lazy slacker who was goofing off. Wow way to beat yourself up unnecessarily.
I wish I had a good videogame to play right now though. No reading. Except for the new Fables trade paperback, volume 11. Totally doesn't count. ;)
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Tomorrow, Tomorrow
Heading off to the post office tomorrow to mail away my words. *crosses fingers* Then I'm gonna take a week and not think about writing unless I want to. I'll get back to the grind after that. Hopefully I can get cracking on my word count. I'm sort of revisiting some of my world building though. I think it's percolating in the back of my head. Feels like it. Need to make some decisions on supernatural abilities. I was going to wait till the first draft was done to nail stuff down... But I'm not sure I can. I think it would be better to get a firmer handle on it before I try to go any farther. I confess, I hadn't exactly mapped out all of my character's abilities yet. Bad me.
Finally got a chance to catch up on some people's stories. Glad to see people still plugging away. Lyra you are a freaking word machine! Soleil, post something! ;) heh, yea, cause I have room to talk. ;P Teehee.
I wish I had something new to post. I think barring stuff from the end, I'm out of snippets.
Also, I think it might be time to once again consolidate scenes and such into my 3 main files for this and reorganize scenes into better order. And go over my outline again because I'm sure I've made changes and come up with tweaks since the last time I checked it. Reoganizing is a huge pain, but I usually feel a little better after I do. Man I miss my freaking Writer's Cafe program. *cries* I want my puter back!!!
Finally got a chance to catch up on some people's stories. Glad to see people still plugging away. Lyra you are a freaking word machine! Soleil, post something! ;) heh, yea, cause I have room to talk. ;P Teehee.
I wish I had something new to post. I think barring stuff from the end, I'm out of snippets.
Also, I think it might be time to once again consolidate scenes and such into my 3 main files for this and reorganize scenes into better order. And go over my outline again because I'm sure I've made changes and come up with tweaks since the last time I checked it. Reoganizing is a huge pain, but I usually feel a little better after I do. Man I miss my freaking Writer's Cafe program. *cries* I want my puter back!!!