Yesterday, I had lost all hope that I was a decent writer, that my works were rubbish, and that I'd wasted my whole April writing a novel that was never going to get anywhere (and featured flat, uninteresting characters). I was wallowing in despair and bordering depression because I swore I'd never be famous by trying hard.
Today, I just about peed myself writing the climax because it was so intense. I think I cried a little because 1) the climax isn't done yet and 2) it's just so ding dong darn danged SAD. My characters are suddenly uber-dynamic because the villain and the MC have a past but it takes a cliche and turns it wildly on its head with some graphic domestic violence.
Yeaaaah. Welcome to the life of a writer.
~Silvermist
Showing posts with label april. Show all posts
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Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Friday, April 5, 2013
Day 5
Since my post yesterday was so short, I decided to make this post a bit earlier in the day.
You folks get a special treat!
An EXCERPT! *DUN DUN DUUUUN*
Here's the one I posted on my Camp NaNoWriMo page:
“C’mon Jillian ya French wimp-face!” Bailey shouted, snatching up two mugs as soon as they arrived. She whirled on the older woman and her ridiculous, concealing dress. “I’ll fight ya for that cute man over there, in the shirtsleeves with ‘is watch a’ hangin’ loose for somebody ta steal.”
Jillian seemed shocked at first, but when her eyes glanced at the young man drinking by himself – his pocket watch indeed, hanging by a gold chain – her eyes lit up. She turned back to the short woman and took the mug securely in one hand, tightening her grip around it and clinking it off Bailey’s.
“Victor gets to kiss him and take the watch,” she offered and Bailey grinned wickedly before bringing the glass to her lips.
“Ready?” asked Blaze, glancing over his shoulder at them, not really knowing what they were drinking over. “Go!”
The two tipped their heads back and quickly started downing the heavy alcohol as fast as they could, gaining the attention of all the rough-and-tumble men around them, who scooted their chairs closer with eyes shining, tongues practically hanging out of their mouths as they swatted their knees and cheered the chugging lasses on.
They went at if for almost a full twenty seconds before Jillian’s glass hit the bar a split second before Bailey’s did, both left with a frothy mark around their mouths where the beer had left it.
“I win!” Jillian cried, looking a bit tipsy already as she shoved the mug away toward the shocked bartender.
“Ya little twit!” Bailey fairly roared, wiping her lips and doting after the large-chested woman as she headed toward the lonely man, winking already. “Y’ only won ‘cause you drink wine all day over in France anyhow!”
Blaze motioned over his shoulder at them with his thumb, smiling at the bartender. “They’re my girls,” he said proudly, and the fat man behind the bar smiled wanly before turning and quietly wiping out the glasses, with nothing to say.
Except Circles.
But we don't speak of him often.
*flits away happily to do shcool*
~Silvermist
You folks get a special treat!
An EXCERPT! *DUN DUN DUUUUN*
Here's the one I posted on my Camp NaNoWriMo page:
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“C’mon Jillian ya French wimp-face!” Bailey shouted, snatching up two mugs as soon as they arrived. She whirled on the older woman and her ridiculous, concealing dress. “I’ll fight ya for that cute man over there, in the shirtsleeves with ‘is watch a’ hangin’ loose for somebody ta steal.”
Jillian seemed shocked at first, but when her eyes glanced at the young man drinking by himself – his pocket watch indeed, hanging by a gold chain – her eyes lit up. She turned back to the short woman and took the mug securely in one hand, tightening her grip around it and clinking it off Bailey’s.
“Victor gets to kiss him and take the watch,” she offered and Bailey grinned wickedly before bringing the glass to her lips.
“Ready?” asked Blaze, glancing over his shoulder at them, not really knowing what they were drinking over. “Go!”
The two tipped their heads back and quickly started downing the heavy alcohol as fast as they could, gaining the attention of all the rough-and-tumble men around them, who scooted their chairs closer with eyes shining, tongues practically hanging out of their mouths as they swatted their knees and cheered the chugging lasses on.
They went at if for almost a full twenty seconds before Jillian’s glass hit the bar a split second before Bailey’s did, both left with a frothy mark around their mouths where the beer had left it.
“I win!” Jillian cried, looking a bit tipsy already as she shoved the mug away toward the shocked bartender.
“Ya little twit!” Bailey fairly roared, wiping her lips and doting after the large-chested woman as she headed toward the lonely man, winking already. “Y’ only won ‘cause you drink wine all day over in France anyhow!”
Blaze motioned over his shoulder at them with his thumb, smiling at the bartender. “They’re my girls,” he said proudly, and the fat man behind the bar smiled wanly before turning and quietly wiping out the glasses, with nothing to say.
***
Yaaaay! A round of cotton candy slushies for all. (On the house. Whoever they are). I love all the characters so far. They're so unique and brilliant and beautiful.Except Circles.
But we don't speak of him often.
*flits away happily to do shcool*
~Silvermist
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Day 3
Hooooooooooo...... such a long day... I wrote about 3,500 words this morning in a spurt of word wars and creativity... I'm at 16,300-something... I'm so tired...
Woke up at 5:45, dumb alarm wasn't set so I freaked out and woke up 15 minutes early. Then my friend came over for math tutoring this afternoon and there went two more hours.
Dinner had better be good...
Now I'm listening to sad Japanese music and wistfully gazing at Word while instead I search for science resources. Oh well, at least the novel goes well.
I've been thinking a lot about the villain's motive. It's not very well thought-out but it has a lot of validity behind it and if I'm very, very careful I can pull it off. Meanwhile I have to build up the connection between the minor characters with the main one intricately or else my epic climax won't be as epic as I'd hoped.
So some notes to self:
-STOP! Do NOT separate the MC from the minor MCs!
-My second favorite FMC is not in character. Change that!
-Start using flashbacks! It's never too early!
-Find more muse music, the same 9 songs are getting old.
I send my heart out to other 'WriMo's. PERSEVERE!
~Silvermist
Woke up at 5:45, dumb alarm wasn't set so I freaked out and woke up 15 minutes early. Then my friend came over for math tutoring this afternoon and there went two more hours.
Dinner had better be good...
Now I'm listening to sad Japanese music and wistfully gazing at Word while instead I search for science resources. Oh well, at least the novel goes well.
I've been thinking a lot about the villain's motive. It's not very well thought-out but it has a lot of validity behind it and if I'm very, very careful I can pull it off. Meanwhile I have to build up the connection between the minor characters with the main one intricately or else my epic climax won't be as epic as I'd hoped.
So some notes to self:
-STOP! Do NOT separate the MC from the minor MCs!
-My second favorite FMC is not in character. Change that!
-Start using flashbacks! It's never too early!
-Find more muse music, the same 9 songs are getting old.
I send my heart out to other 'WriMo's. PERSEVERE!
~Silvermist
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Day 2
Yeah, forgot to mention I can't post on Sundays. Sort of a house rule.
BUT! I started the novel yesterday, and I'm at 12k today! :D
It's a little crazy. I did 10k yesterday and 2 more today...
And, like every other year, I have no reward system. I just sit here writing endlessly with no way to clap myself on the back and say, 'go for that extra 800 words!'
So sad.
BUT SO HAPPY!
~Silvermist
BUT! I started the novel yesterday, and I'm at 12k today! :D
It's a little crazy. I did 10k yesterday and 2 more today...
And, like every other year, I have no reward system. I just sit here writing endlessly with no way to clap myself on the back and say, 'go for that extra 800 words!'
So sad.
BUT SO HAPPY!
~Silvermist
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Google Chrome, Noodle Updates, and ABNA Apprehension
I just downloaded Google Chrome - it's insanely fast, and it's making me very happy. Bye-bye Internet Explorer! You may have nostalgia attached to you, but you still suck!
That said, I've been noodling!
...that's code for 'editing'. And yes, it is true. I have been noodling last April's novel, "Flight" for a while now, and I'm up to the 80s pages. It's only 115 pages long, but I plan to change that after my first grammar-and-syntax check. I plan to add scenes and everything. >8) It's making me hyper.
I am also still planning the sequel for this April's Screnzy challenge (knowing me, I'm doing a double challenge - a screenplay and novel in the same month!) It's a very exciting sequel idea, and what with the same lovable characters as the last book, and the new faces, new powers, and new plot, I'm really really excited.
It's dangerous, with all this excitement!
I'm also waiting for tomorrow's Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award first round results. I NEED TO SCREAM AAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Thank you. Now, you have probably realized my novel is entered. It is. I'm scared. It's thrilling. I will die either way tomorrow, if I make it or lose it, so prepare for a funeral.
That said, I'm off before I get too crazy.
More noodling!
~Silvermist
Friday, February 10, 2012
April Approaches
Author at work. Viewer discretion is advised.
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As April draws nearer, my excitement grows, for April marks the beginning of an adventure only I can undertake. One of plots! Settings! Characters! NEW characters! NEW BEGINNINGS!
And only I will survive, dragging a team of tired characters through the end of an epic climax, struggling through the opposition, pushing against the wind! Sword drawn! Guns loaded! COMING OUT ON TOP! *insane cackling*
Not only that, but it all is enclosed in thirty days! Thirty precious, breakable, fragile days that only I can control, warping the bonds of time and pumping out thousand and thousands of words per day! I will prevail! I will throw my heart into this, and not only will it win, it will get stronger!
ZOMG HOW LONG IS IT NOW?!
*explodes
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You have just witnessed an author at full whacko. If medical assistance is required, call an ambulance. I claim no responsibility.
~Silvermist
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As April draws nearer, my excitement grows, for April marks the beginning of an adventure only I can undertake. One of plots! Settings! Characters! NEW characters! NEW BEGINNINGS!
And only I will survive, dragging a team of tired characters through the end of an epic climax, struggling through the opposition, pushing against the wind! Sword drawn! Guns loaded! COMING OUT ON TOP! *insane cackling*
Not only that, but it all is enclosed in thirty days! Thirty precious, breakable, fragile days that only I can control, warping the bonds of time and pumping out thousand and thousands of words per day! I will prevail! I will throw my heart into this, and not only will it win, it will get stronger!
ZOMG HOW LONG IS IT NOW?!
*explodes
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You have just witnessed an author at full whacko. If medical assistance is required, call an ambulance. I claim no responsibility.
~Silvermist
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Flight
Hey, did you scroll down and see the dude at the bottom of my blog? Well, his name is Andael, and even though 'Flight' isn't really hitting theaters this April, I've chosen to take that novel and spruce it up for publishing - but not before I add the scenes I've been meaning to add since last April, when I wrote it during my Script Frenzy double challenge.
Please comment on this basic plot outline/summary!
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Set in a futuristic, semi-scifi Earth-based setting, 'Flight' centers around the story of four "Supernaturals", or power-wielding humans who are scattered sparsely from each other, always forced to keep their otherworldly talents a secret, living disguised among the humans and forever cursed by their differences. The quartet of young people pull together but are pushed into hiding for fear that they will be discovered by the untrusting, fearful, and sometimes biased humans; they train together in the deep country until, when the book begins, they are discovered but suddenly and unpleasantly kidnapped.
Bane Larron, the Supernatural's malevolent captor and the unfeeling orchestrator of the Supernatural Plan, relishes the thought of four such rare beings at his disposal, and the intelligent scientist uses threats and even violence to keep the prisoners under control, even at the expense of earning his only teenaged daughter's displeased anger. Things go quite well according to his plan, until the Supernaturals prove to be much more powerful than he anticipated, in more ways than one.
Over the course of one day and in one place, the Supernaturals must fight their way past Bane's guards, weapons, and machines, trying to find their way toward the woods and, ultimately, freedom. Along the way they meet Andael, Bane's right-hand man, but whose side is he really on? He claims to have known Larron for longer than he cares to remember, and follows the man's orders to the letter in capturing the Supernaturals, but when he faces them alone, he's a different man. Wary of his trust, Laticia, the group's leader, is left helpless in the face of attack after attack. On top of it all, each member relapses into his or her past, reflecting on what brought them here, who they are, and why - and none of it is pleasant.
But the real question is: will they ever escape alive? Bane is as ruthless as he is knowledgeable, and with his hands on the most technologically advanced, anti-energy weapons of the age, he will leave nothing behind without first making sure it's left maimed or dead. Left powerless, the small group is forced to leave behind everything they believe about the captors and even what they knew about each other before they can escape. Andael and Erica, Bane's meek daughter, try to help, but whose trust are they looking to secure? There's only one way to find out, and only one way to escape.
Destroy the source of power - Bane's anti-energy dome.
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Be sure to tell me what you think! Now I'm off to start writing those scenes I need to add! Weee!
~Silvermist
Please comment on this basic plot outline/summary!
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Set in a futuristic, semi-scifi Earth-based setting, 'Flight' centers around the story of four "Supernaturals", or power-wielding humans who are scattered sparsely from each other, always forced to keep their otherworldly talents a secret, living disguised among the humans and forever cursed by their differences. The quartet of young people pull together but are pushed into hiding for fear that they will be discovered by the untrusting, fearful, and sometimes biased humans; they train together in the deep country until, when the book begins, they are discovered but suddenly and unpleasantly kidnapped.
Bane Larron, the Supernatural's malevolent captor and the unfeeling orchestrator of the Supernatural Plan, relishes the thought of four such rare beings at his disposal, and the intelligent scientist uses threats and even violence to keep the prisoners under control, even at the expense of earning his only teenaged daughter's displeased anger. Things go quite well according to his plan, until the Supernaturals prove to be much more powerful than he anticipated, in more ways than one.
Over the course of one day and in one place, the Supernaturals must fight their way past Bane's guards, weapons, and machines, trying to find their way toward the woods and, ultimately, freedom. Along the way they meet Andael, Bane's right-hand man, but whose side is he really on? He claims to have known Larron for longer than he cares to remember, and follows the man's orders to the letter in capturing the Supernaturals, but when he faces them alone, he's a different man. Wary of his trust, Laticia, the group's leader, is left helpless in the face of attack after attack. On top of it all, each member relapses into his or her past, reflecting on what brought them here, who they are, and why - and none of it is pleasant.
But the real question is: will they ever escape alive? Bane is as ruthless as he is knowledgeable, and with his hands on the most technologically advanced, anti-energy weapons of the age, he will leave nothing behind without first making sure it's left maimed or dead. Left powerless, the small group is forced to leave behind everything they believe about the captors and even what they knew about each other before they can escape. Andael and Erica, Bane's meek daughter, try to help, but whose trust are they looking to secure? There's only one way to find out, and only one way to escape.
Destroy the source of power - Bane's anti-energy dome.
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Be sure to tell me what you think! Now I'm off to start writing those scenes I need to add! Weee!
~Silvermist
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