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Write what you know...
26/3/07 20:45Fiction. Sigh.
I was feeling good because I hit the part of the first draft that has some of my absolute favorite bits. And then I came to the realization that this part was mirrored by the part that I haven't written yet, the great swampy middle of Book II where I stalled out last time.
The thing is, like any writer who's been influenced way too much by fanfic (which was not so much a matter of quantity as it was a matter of when I imprinted on it), I can do the introspection, and I can do the sappy soapy stuff, and I stall out at the place where I need to put genuine actual problems to give some respite from people talking about their feeeeelings.
...This wasn't quite so much a problem in Book I, because even if I've never gone more than 25 miles on my bike, a fair number of the genuine actual problems in it--problems involved with biking across half the country--are things I've either experienced myself or can extrapolate to. You get tired, you get hot, you have bad weather and mechanical problems and you get buzzed by stupid drivers. And I can see how these can be not merely trials to the body but also to the soul. I have far less experience with amateur theatre. In fact, none.
Which is not to say that I have no ideas. I do have some. But I need something that would fit in with the plot in just the right way.
Ah. But... I do have experience with something that's a couple skips and a jump away from amateur theatre: namely, cosplay. (And, in fact, my protags are engaged in building sets and sewing costumes, though I'm not the kind of writer who can make a plot point out of what a pain in the butt it is to sew satin). And there is enough angst potential in there to get me the ten thousand words or so I'm still trying to account for.
Okay. I'm still fishing around for just the right thing to come next. But I do feel better.
(Darling of the moment: Fundamentalist Bible Church of God Doesn't Like You Very Much).
I was feeling good because I hit the part of the first draft that has some of my absolute favorite bits. And then I came to the realization that this part was mirrored by the part that I haven't written yet, the great swampy middle of Book II where I stalled out last time.
The thing is, like any writer who's been influenced way too much by fanfic (which was not so much a matter of quantity as it was a matter of when I imprinted on it), I can do the introspection, and I can do the sappy soapy stuff, and I stall out at the place where I need to put genuine actual problems to give some respite from people talking about their feeeeelings.
...This wasn't quite so much a problem in Book I, because even if I've never gone more than 25 miles on my bike, a fair number of the genuine actual problems in it--problems involved with biking across half the country--are things I've either experienced myself or can extrapolate to. You get tired, you get hot, you have bad weather and mechanical problems and you get buzzed by stupid drivers. And I can see how these can be not merely trials to the body but also to the soul. I have far less experience with amateur theatre. In fact, none.
Which is not to say that I have no ideas. I do have some. But I need something that would fit in with the plot in just the right way.
Ah. But... I do have experience with something that's a couple skips and a jump away from amateur theatre: namely, cosplay. (And, in fact, my protags are engaged in building sets and sewing costumes, though I'm not the kind of writer who can make a plot point out of what a pain in the butt it is to sew satin). And there is enough angst potential in there to get me the ten thousand words or so I'm still trying to account for.
Okay. I'm still fishing around for just the right thing to come next. But I do feel better.
(Darling of the moment: Fundamentalist Bible Church of God Doesn't Like You Very Much).