I typed up the writing I've done over the past couple of days, and added a little bit more. I'm jumping around all over the timeline (I've tried writing from beginning to end - it simply doesn't work for me!). Here's a snippet:
I rested my arms on the rail of the back platform, leaned out and looked up at the sky. The stars were brightening, dotting the deep blue with points of light. This could have been a million miles from Paris, the depths of the Berkshire countryside, and yet the glory, the romance of the City of Light seemed to fill me.
'E lucevan le stelle...' I began, humming almost under my breath, and found that I didn't know any more of the words. I switched genre. 'Tonight, tonight, the world is wild and bright, with suns and moons all over the place...' But it was no fun on my own. 'Maria, Maria, I've just kissed a girl named Maria...'
'My first kiss,' Emma said, appearing out of nowhere, her face pale in the darkness and the tip of her cigarette glowing red.
Loved this excerpt! I'd quote the whole middle paragraph back at you, but we don't want LJ to run out of italic ;)
I'm always intrigued at different people's writing techniques -- if I don't write linearly, I get into an awful tangle. Kudos for keeping all the threads straight in your head!
I have a reasonable idea of what's going to happen and in what order - the main danger is that I forget that I've written a particular bit and try to write it over again...!
I've tried writing from beginning to end - it simply doesn't work for me!)
I often work out a rough draft, a list what I want to happen in the story, but usually get sidertracked by new ideas or entire scenes that just jump into my head.
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on 2015-06-06 07:29 pm (UTC)I rested my arms on the rail of the back platform, leaned out and looked up at the sky. The stars were brightening, dotting the deep blue with points of light. This could have been a million miles from Paris, the depths of the Berkshire countryside, and yet the glory, the romance of the City of Light seemed to fill me.
'E lucevan le stelle...' I began, humming almost under my breath, and found that I didn't know any more of the words. I switched genre. 'Tonight, tonight, the world is wild and bright, with suns and moons all over the place...' But it was no fun on my own. 'Maria, Maria, I've just kissed a girl named Maria...'
'My first kiss,' Emma said, appearing out of nowhere, her face pale in the darkness and the tip of her cigarette glowing red.
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on 2015-06-06 08:04 pm (UTC)There will be shared memories under the stars?
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on 2015-06-06 10:43 pm (UTC)I could never write beginning to end either, when I do it things just seem to end up flat.
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on 2015-06-07 08:23 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2015-06-07 12:26 pm (UTC)I'm always intrigued at different people's writing techniques -- if I don't write linearly, I get into an awful tangle. Kudos for keeping all the threads straight in your head!
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on 2015-06-07 08:26 pm (UTC)And thank you!
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on 2015-06-07 05:41 pm (UTC)I often work out a rough draft, a list what I want to happen in the story, but usually get sidertracked by new ideas or entire scenes that just jump into my head.
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on 2015-06-07 08:28 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2015-06-08 08:23 pm (UTC)Lovely snippet.