jumping off the cliff

ieva — Tue, 11 Aug 2009 07:30:19 +0000

So.
I did 800+ words yesterday and 600+ words today, thus wrapping up a tiny story line with a splash (in an ice-cold water with severely traumatized child in hands). I am now pondering what on earth do I do now. I see the next sentence and the next, but that’s about it. I want it to end well. I want something *good* happen, for a change. I want some breakthrough, some glimpse of understanding.
I hope that my imaginary reader wants it too, since I think that’s what I’ll most likely give.

Is having an imaginary reader just like having an imaginary friend?
(Perhaps having such a concept in my head, somebody imaginary-friend-real I’m telling a story to, could help me with my writing? Since I have an annoying habit of assuming people know what’s going in my head anyway so the only thing they need is the beautiful method of telling the story, not the story itself.)

reconsidering my deadlines

ieva — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 11:41:51 +0000

So, yesterday I snuck out for an hour and wrote till I had 700+ words, and today I wrote 200+ words during luch break. I’m not feeling particularly elated about where I am, Vega-wise (and I have no progress in my critters story, but that could be simply because the story is a failure). What I have to figure out now is whether I’m not shiny-bouncy-happy because I have a deadline this strict or because of other reasons, or whatever.
The one thing I won’t do is word-padding (that would only screw up editing and I don’t want to do that since editing is, for me, way more complex than writing). Nor will I push myself to writing when I’m obviously stalled because my headlights are off.

Speaking of “writing as driving at night, being able to see only as far as headlights go”, this is me.
This also reminds me of the problem our car had not long ago, namely, the headlights screwed up every time the turn lights (whatever these are called in English) were switched in, or sometimes they screwed up deliberately, because of rain, because of heat, because of bad headlight day.
And when they’re off, I’ll better stop and check whatever is wrong than run in a pole.

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jumping off the cliff

reconsidering my deadlines