A Junk Drawer Entry.To tell the truth, I really should be doing at least one of the three papers I have due next week. Two six pagers and a twelve. I don't feel like it though. It's Friday. I'm not doing homework on a Friday night for any reason ever. Eff that noise.
So I'm going to write, or at least I was before I decided to sit out on the back porch with a cigarillo and a drink for a couple minutes. Yeah, it's getting cold out, but I need those simple little pleasures in my life. Now, though, I seem to have lost my drive. Can't seem to make myself care a whole lot, though. I appear to have over-relaxed.
Oh, right, I did have something important and non-rambling to tell you guys: finally have a date set for my wedding. June 5th, 1430 in the afternoon. Now the real planning starts in earnest; I have a church booked, but everything else is still up in the air. Trying to keep costs down but still have it be neat. I'm not really so interested in having it be perfect as I am in having it be fun for everybody. It's a party dammit, and I intend to throw a good one.
I think that I've found a dress. It is bluish-teal, however, so I'm a little curious how my grandparents will react. But hey, the "white wedding" tradition started with Queen Victoria in 1840; before that brides tended to just wear their best dress, whatever color it was. And the color that it was considered the luckiest to get married in? Blue, the color of fidelity. I'm so traditional I'm nontraditional.
Alright. I'll clam up and get to work now. Hope you had a happy Veterans Day, or whatever you may be celebrating. If nothing, I hope you all had a good week.
I didn't think it would matter, as this book will likely never reach the light of day. It is just going too fast, in my mind. Open Office says I have only wrote seventeen or eighteen pages, and yet it seems like so much has happened...
Would you be interested in hearing it? (I would also have to reveal stuffs about a character so it makes sense...Would be a major spoiler, lol!)
It's true, things often happen very quickly when one writes. Remember, though, there is always more to a story than the first draft holds. In writing my own novel, the rough draft was a little more than 16,000 words (around 64 pages) from start to finish. This time around, it's about 160 pages...so far. It's blindingly painful to do it all again of course, but in doing so one can often find out more about characters, events, and motivations than one ever dreamed to know. I've found that it's so in my case.
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"I said I knew that it was a mistake. I never said I was sorry I made it."
I am a but curious, what is the physical therapy for?
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"I said I knew that it was a mistake. I never said I was sorry I made it."
A friend recently told me a bit about the Illuminati. I was thinking that, since America's supposed Skull and Bones Society is kinda roughly the same thing, maybe a detective starts to investigate on a murder, and at the end of the short story, finds out that both groups, and other groups like it, if I find out about any, are all controlled by a much bigger group.
I had the same issue a few years ago. I had intended to enter a national short story/novelette contest, but found I could barely squeeze my intended story into the seventeen thousand word limit. Though I did manage to do so, the story itself came out sounding rather empty and hollow; there wasn't enough space for me to make the characters into who I knew they needed to be. I ended up never submitting it. It simply wasn't the story that it was supposed to be. Instead, I set about turning it into a novel and am still working on it to this day, nearly two years later.
Point being, yes, it does sound like a good plot. It just sounds like one that you'll have to be careful in crafting. Best of luck to you.
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"I said I knew that it was a mistake. I never said I was sorry I made it."
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