Dream-jerk reaction

ieva — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 14:36:40 +0000

Whenever I’m actively writing I am having those wild dreams that boggle my mind as much as actual writing does. So after having one of those horrible, guild-ridden dreams tonight, I woke up with a “I’m writing today” thought I didn’t even question. (Not that I really wanted to question it.)

So I did my 500+ words on a tram, with the right protagonist, with the right trouble in the first scene, and enough inner discomfort to keep writing. Actually, come to think of it, I need to know that the protagonist is the right amount of wrong. And the antagonist, whether it’s a person or, as in this case, a culture, has to be the right amount of right. After all, *I* am the worst antagonist the protagonist can imagine, since I am the one who’s giving her all of her trouble. Moreover, I can easily make her life easier, give her everything she needs and let her have it forever. So, well, I need to dislike her enough to be that mean to her. Me being a mean person, this means she needs just one crappy trait or two, and a couple of stupid illusions/assumptions.

Also, on a side note, on a frantic research session, I discovered that love can be, and is, quite different from the definition I have developed for my private use. The fact that I needed a wikipedia article to tell me this doesn’t sound good. But oh well. Luckily, wikipedia exists.

writing and dentistry

ieva — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 09:03:40 +0000

I guess I’ve bored/sickened my dear readers with this theme, but until I get my teeth fixed there’s no escapement.
Today, I learned that writing zealously before the dentist’s appointment is great; I could open my eyes, stare at her and think “probably this is how Urchin saw the surgeon”, and when she hit a raw place somewhere and murmured gently “this is not the worst thing in the world”, I mentally responded with “uh-uh, I know, having an alien slug implanted in your brain probably would feel worse than this”.
I’m sort of glad I had my mouth full and couldn’t say that out loud.

Also, I had a most bizarre dream involving a wheelchair-riding villain and some alien yuck that makes the skin on your face dissolve. Of course, that went right into the novel.

Right now, I have 15K words and am sort of on track. I’ll shoot for 50 K instead of more though.

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Dream-jerk reaction

writing and dentistry