22nd September
The first day of autumn. Wet, windy, damp, and horrible. D=
Today hasn't been quite as productive as I'd planned, but I guess something is definitely better than nothing. Today I realised something about my villains for my NaNoWriMo project, and that will no doubt make them more interesting to write about, but as for my current project I'm so far not having too much luck with it. I've been feeling a little like my story is too flat, lately, and although it might be possibly because I have yet to write all the scenes that make the earlier ones siginificant, it's making it hard to get the first scenes written in the first place. How suckish.
I guess I'll just have to work harder, to get further, to get to the important bits where everything makes sense.
As they say within the Structuralist school of thought, "Things only make sense in comparison to something else". This is how my novels work. They work with themselves. Now, I just need to get the second half of said selves written.
Words written today: 1,087.
Line for today:
The sunset would have been beautiful, if only she could have seen it all. Instead, all she caught was a glimpse of the reds and golds of the sun as it made its steady way into the grave, spilling through trees to play across the water. She thought that it would have been nice if she could see the horizon; at least that way she would have known which way was up.
It's getting late. I'm not going to write any more, on this blog or otherwise.
Toodles~
Today hasn't been quite as productive as I'd planned, but I guess something is definitely better than nothing. Today I realised something about my villains for my NaNoWriMo project, and that will no doubt make them more interesting to write about, but as for my current project I'm so far not having too much luck with it. I've been feeling a little like my story is too flat, lately, and although it might be possibly because I have yet to write all the scenes that make the earlier ones siginificant, it's making it hard to get the first scenes written in the first place. How suckish.
I guess I'll just have to work harder, to get further, to get to the important bits where everything makes sense.
As they say within the Structuralist school of thought, "Things only make sense in comparison to something else". This is how my novels work. They work with themselves. Now, I just need to get the second half of said selves written.
Words written today: 1,087.
Line for today:
The sunset would have been beautiful, if only she could have seen it all. Instead, all she caught was a glimpse of the reds and golds of the sun as it made its steady way into the grave, spilling through trees to play across the water. She thought that it would have been nice if she could see the horizon; at least that way she would have known which way was up.
It's getting late. I'm not going to write any more, on this blog or otherwise.
Toodles~
posted by Kitty Taylor at 10:21 pm
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