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the importance of being verbose
Nov. 3rd, 2008 08:36 pmNaNo, day three. My head asplode.
I'm just over four thousand words, which is fairly good, I suppose. It's quite a lot more than I have written in some time, so that is encouraging. The story, however, is a complete mess, and I am trying to remember why I was in love with it in the beginning. Perhaps when one of the pertinent plot points actually crops up -- so far there has been no vampire slaying, though vampires have been mentioned (somewhat abruptly), and no vampire culture, and no underground city, and nothing is really in proper order, some of it doesn't make any sense, the character introductions are hazy (and I still have no idea where Mrs Nox is! she hasn't been mentioned, even by the gossipy neighbours!), the story wavers from third to first person, and worst of all, is terribly boring. I am also thoroughly winging it at this point, having little idea of what I'm about to write next. Also my usual problems of being unable to understand the physical world are cropping up -- I have immense difficulty visualising buildings, having houses make sense, having cities make sense, and my London is very non-specific and has no flavour at all.
Some interesting surprises, however: Evangeline seems to have some sort of supernatural ability to sense stories, and I have no idea what that means. It might be connected to how vampires acquire memories when they drink, but having Evy acquire vampire-like abilities doesn't make sense either -- there is no interbreeding, I think that sort of thing is ridiculous, vampires are dead. Also a Miss Lottie McKenzie also works at the library, apparently. She just cropped up today, name, cheery clumsiness, and all.
I find myself now in non-novel typing and also in speech unconsciously attempting to use as many words as possible. Heh.
BAHHHH. Please tell me that very wonderful books have had truly abysmal first drafts.
In other news, I start work tomorrow. At seven forty-five in the morning, eep. Which is why I am going to bed any minute now. Despite the hideously early hour, I am quite excited. Perhaps the change of scenery will set my gears to turning again. I have frequently been told that there are long stretches of boredom at the calendar kiosk, so perhaps I can do some scribbling now and then. Also, I made chocolate chip cookies (with a dash of peppermint). They are very cosy.
I'm just over four thousand words, which is fairly good, I suppose. It's quite a lot more than I have written in some time, so that is encouraging. The story, however, is a complete mess, and I am trying to remember why I was in love with it in the beginning. Perhaps when one of the pertinent plot points actually crops up -- so far there has been no vampire slaying, though vampires have been mentioned (somewhat abruptly), and no vampire culture, and no underground city, and nothing is really in proper order, some of it doesn't make any sense, the character introductions are hazy (and I still have no idea where Mrs Nox is! she hasn't been mentioned, even by the gossipy neighbours!), the story wavers from third to first person, and worst of all, is terribly boring. I am also thoroughly winging it at this point, having little idea of what I'm about to write next. Also my usual problems of being unable to understand the physical world are cropping up -- I have immense difficulty visualising buildings, having houses make sense, having cities make sense, and my London is very non-specific and has no flavour at all.
Some interesting surprises, however: Evangeline seems to have some sort of supernatural ability to sense stories, and I have no idea what that means. It might be connected to how vampires acquire memories when they drink, but having Evy acquire vampire-like abilities doesn't make sense either -- there is no interbreeding, I think that sort of thing is ridiculous, vampires are dead. Also a Miss Lottie McKenzie also works at the library, apparently. She just cropped up today, name, cheery clumsiness, and all.
I find myself now in non-novel typing and also in speech unconsciously attempting to use as many words as possible. Heh.
BAHHHH. Please tell me that very wonderful books have had truly abysmal first drafts.
In other news, I start work tomorrow. At seven forty-five in the morning, eep. Which is why I am going to bed any minute now. Despite the hideously early hour, I am quite excited. Perhaps the change of scenery will set my gears to turning again. I have frequently been told that there are long stretches of boredom at the calendar kiosk, so perhaps I can do some scribbling now and then. Also, I made chocolate chip cookies (with a dash of peppermint). They are very cosy.
