sc0urge: (Harmona Darcia)
I still have dreams where boys who
look like him
choke me and don't let go.
Sometimes dreams imitate life and
they let go when my fist hits their chest.
Sometimes I find you don't always
when you die in your sleep.


Nov. 10th, 2012 05:07 pm
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Today I have neither been able to motivate myself to write, nor to draw, nor to work on school work. So instead I baked a pan of muffins and a batch of cookies. Productivity! It's fun!

Oh well. I suppose I could have spent the day lying in bed...

Some words. )


Nov. 7th, 2012 04:04 pm
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I was so reluctant to pick up my Great Pirate Novel for NaNoWriMo, but I'm so glad I did, holy crap. I was totally stuck on it, and it had been just sitting on my hard drive for five or six years now untouched. Now I've actually got some ideas and words going, and it's almost more of a relief than anything else.

I started out trying to write it chronologically, and I think that was my biggest failing - for this year, I grabbed thirty songs (which were supposed to be done song-a-day but... aren't) for thirty chapters and I'm just writing whatever thematically works with the song - for the ones that have lyrics, my challenge is to somehow include, in order, every word spread through the chapter. As a result, the first chapter is a) porn, b) probably going to be 18000 words long, at the rate I'm going through I Almost Told You That I Loved You. If it works, it works, haha. Although there is a lot more sex in this story than I'd originally expected.
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Playing open-ended creative games (Neopets, Farmville, The Sims) is hell on my creativity.

Action-adventure role-playing games on the other hand...

I've been playing Ocarina of Time, properly, for the first time ever. I've been known to play around in the Lost Woods or maybe beat the first dungeon, but mostly I only rode around on my brother's coattails just sitting around as a little kid watching him play or booting up his old save file and running around totally overpowered, killing tektites and riding around on Epona. So it's actually really fun to boot up this old game and get stuck into it. It's nice to realise that as old as this game is, as jagged as the polygons on the Great Fairy's breasts are, I still found myself wandering around the forest temple in awe of its twisted scenery, still jumped three feet in the air the first time a Wallmaster dropped from the ceiling and grabbed me (...bastard).

And, as I've been playing, my brain has been shadowing the motions of the plot, taking snapshots of the images, finding inspiration under all sorts of wooden crates and in all sorts of time-warping-fox-shrieking-brain-eating zombie infested graves. No, really. Those zombies. They still scare me. That chorus of low moans, the way they stand there staring, then that horrible scream, and everything else freezes as it does this weird underwater shuffle towards you, and if you're too close, you suddenly have this tangle of limbs and throaty noises clamped onto your neck and it's shivering and sucking the life out of you and you can't get the fucking thing off.

But. As I was saying. Creativity. The NaNoWriMo idea with which I started, before the butterflies and politicians and opium? The one about the heroic sociopath and the boy with the weeping stone eyes, the one that died? Suddenly Cait finds herself in a bar, confronted with a suspiciously youthful sorceress (and her strange companion, enslaved to the last heartbeat in body but not at all affected in mind) who sends her on a quest for which the only reward is a clean death. And now, thinking about the lack of timeline in the Zelda series, I blurt out, without thinking, "What if I wrote sixteen short stories, unconnected but for the names of the protagonists?" and then decide maybe that's not a bad idea...

Why yes, this would be why my Neopets are starving and my FB feed is mercifully uncluttered. :P
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Wall of text! Wall of text! )

(And after that, it descends into complete incomprehensibility. I may share the last 1840 words of my eleventh-hour writing, but not in their current unintelligible stream-of-consciousness bad dialogue form. I mean, because the rest of this has been so intelligent and well-written.)
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...And how do I feel about this?

Pretty much.

I mean, look at that graph. LOOK AT IT. LOOK.

I'm not posting the remainder of it yet, though, because towards the end it kind of turns into a wall of red-underlined gobbledygook. I swear I thought I was typing real words. They just came out reading like "Fthagn, gnorf Blllbns gr'ivvbs snik." Actually, screw it; here's a particularly egregious bit:

(When I opened up the document to grab this, it presented me with a popup that read "There are too many spelling or grammatical errors in "Change is on the horizon.docx" to continue displaying them. To check the spelling and grammar of this document, choose Spelling and Grammar from the Tools menu.")

“I’m opereating on the possibly vain hope that this room weill be provided free of charde, vecauset he’re so wa y can affor it unless Dulcimer is paying. As for food, we might do all reight if we can supplement what we’ve got with mooching. As for the lovely ladies whos company I’m sure you would like to employ for artistic modeling pruosre and whatever illegal substance you would like to examine out oa a scientif intere in the chem. Makeup, I think it should be safe to assume that ot finan fropse we be sig nette after we have finished all this business with the Magnate and the r rep an att of them If we don't finish this business of course, it’ a moot point, but in the bright side we might have the opportunity to sample fee affections and artistic modesla dn food and nice chemical compoiungs in the afterlife.

Which is SUPPOSED to read:

"I'm operating on the possibly vain hope that this room will be provided free of charge, because there's no way we can afford it unless Dulcimer is paying. As for food, we might do all right if we can supplement what we've got with mooching. As for the lovely ladies whose company I'm sure you would like to employ for artistic modeling purposes, and whatever illegal substance you would like to examine out of a scientific interest in the chemical makeup, I think it should be safe to assume that our financial prospects will be significantly better after we have finished all this business with the magnate and the former Representative and all of them. If we don't finish this business, of course, it's a moot point, but on the bright side we might have the opportunity to sample free affections and artistic models and food and nice chemical compounds in the afterlife"

Yeah. It's pretty bad.
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My father, whilst eating baked beans on a baked potato:
"I was going to have baked beans on toast, but then I thought I'd better have something close to a fresh vegetable today."

Oh, and the cat just threw the dog's dish across the kitchen floor, despite it having been weighted down with a cast-iron trivet. Good show, Calypso.

The next few words... Tabor's back to whining! And I'm still too lazy to fix up the italics. )
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...Because this SEEMS like one hell of a lot. :| In fact, such a lot that I'm going to have to split it into two posts... Already divided up by scene here, though, so... yay convenience?
1 )
2, which is a lot shorter )


Nov. 24th, 2010 02:16 pm
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On a NaNo dare, I had to have a character break all ten fingers in a pretty boring fashion. So I did. Unfortunately for me, this also happened to involve snapping his ankle - only after which did I realise that I would need him able to traipse around all secret-agent saving the Magnate and hitting on girls who could kick his arse.

"Oh crapscones," said I. "It was bad enough when I had Aren with two borked legs and no wheelchairs. Now I have a character with two borked hands on crutches?"

But the solution to the previous problem was a pair of leg braces/splints, and this time around the solution just looks rather like a leg brace.



Nov. 13th, 2010 04:58 am
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I kind of feel like I should have split this into two parts. Because this is kind of a word dump. Heh.

Never has a cut been needed more. Except maybe that one Wang Fire picture. Holy crap that was- uh, yeah. Right. )

It only just occurred to me that the italic text not carrying over into LJ kind of ruins the effect sometimes. No, I'm not going to go back and fix it. Can't be arsed.

And yes, I did just want to show off that I know what phenol is. Don't judge me.


Nov. 10th, 2010 10:47 pm
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Plod Plod Plod Pretension )

Spellcheck doesn't want to let me use 'epiphanic' but it is, as far as I have been able to discover, the correct adjectival form of 'epiphany.' So there.
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NaNo )


Nov. 7th, 2010 06:14 pm
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I started over! Yay! Now I'm even MORE screwed! )

No, I don't have a name for her people yet. And I'm not thinking of one until I can come up with something that's longer than two words.
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It's weird what gets me writing. Last year it was the dare to include every single word I got wrong at Freerice, in 2007 it was trying to outdo myself with incomprehensible obsessive crazy from Errol's POV, in 2006 it was taking the most audaciously ridiculous dares and making them work because fairies are just flat out weird like that - this year, it was 'Include the lyrics of a song spread through your novel, from 0 to 50k.' So now, on a new plot with new characters (Seriously, brain! Can I never ever start NaNo on November first ever?) I am plodding along, putting a single word from 'Butterflies and Hurricanes' every 354/5 words. Whatever works...

Though I did think about using Suteki Da Ne (translated, since I'm not yet stupid and masochistic enough to attempt to write a novel in a language I don't speak) so the last word of the novel would be 'dream,' but I think the novelty of 'now' being the last word is good enough.

So. New novel, as if I needed a new plot. New motivator, much appreciated. Number of words still only in triple digits. Looks like it's up to the Senotaph to grant me my yearly boon once more.
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Predictably, the awesome novel idea which jumped into my head halfway through October decided to be a little bitch and give me the cold shoulder the very second it turned midnight on Halloween. Damnit. And yet, I love NaNoWriMo and continue to subject myself to it. (Appropriate icon is appropriate?)

So I guess I'll just fight bitch-fire with bitch-fire and write something else. Or sit here beating the current idea with a stick until it submits to my authority, because it sounded amusing - a heroic sociopath and a sullen depressive who's masochistic enough to like her, with some kind of endolithic hive-mind ghosts. You know, the fact that I don't have much more to go on than that might be my problem, actually... :|

ETA: What I have so far... 1559 words )

(OH and btw I hate every fricking word of it.)
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I come bearing fiction!

tl;dr Shonelai is a dick. )


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