Tuesday, October 23, 2012

The unbearable randomness of being

I have been kind of avoiding posting lately, because everytime I think I have a good idea to write about, it kind of wanders off into the random whirly doodle of my brain. So today I thought, just to keep in practice, I'd go ahead throw some things out there.

I've been hanging around Scribophile a bit, trying to do some critiquing, looking at other peoples writing, and comparing myself both favorably and unfavorably to other writers out there. I can't help it.

I have been banging around with this new idea I got a couple of weeks ago. I'm really excited about the premise, but I can't figure out where it's supposed to go. I can't decide who the bad guy is supposed to be, and why they're bad. My lack of plotting prowess is driving me crazy, but the characters keep bugging me to start writing anyway.

I've been thinking about ways to flesh out my first WIP, Weaver. I'm waiting on some more feedback before starting on the next round of revisions, but one of my worries is word count. Draft 1.5 comes in at somewhere around 73,000 words, which seems kind of short for the genre, and about 2000-3000 of those words are going to get cut right off the bat (my protaganist does a lot of wandering around for a couple of chapters that really doesn't need to be there.)  Everyone seems so hung up on word count, and I wonder how important is that? I don't want to fill up my story with a bunch of crap just to meet a number.

Call me snob, but I will never take book suggestions from 40 year old women who have Twilight posters hanging on their cubicle walls. It's not so much that they read the Twilight books. Or even that they've obviously seen the movies. It's the calendars. I can't explain it, but to me that just screams "You will hate yourself if you read anything this person suggests!"

Apologies to any of my readers who have a Twilight poster/calendar/Jacob plush doll in your workspace.  I'm sure you have impeccable taste. In furniture.
This is what I got when I googled "Twilight Jacob Plush"

Everyone is getting excited for NaNoWriMo next month. I'm going to keep my sanity and just abstain from all that. Enjoy all those stress induced nightmares where you type all night and the word count never rises; I'm going to be relaxing and enjoying the far more sleep compatabile activity of not spending every free minute writing.

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