I wrote the second half of the big finale today. If everything turns out according to expectations, one more scene left.
Excerpt:
Then Angelus lifted the bleeding wrist to his mouth and the connection that only works through shared blood between the creatures of the night (or, in Michael’s case, the twilight) was suddenly there, without warning, without preamble. Panicking, Michael slammed down his shields immediately, because the volatile emotions roiling beneath the cold outward surface of the Prince were overwhelming: guilt, anger, regret, determination – and behind all that a faint glimmer of hope.
Sorry for going AWOL, spent the weekend with Wimbledon, football and Tour de France. Also some baseball. Honestly, why can't they space this out more, who has time to write!!!
Nevertheless, I did write the last two days :) I was frustrated with the progress of the story, and decided to try to distill the feeling into a poem of some kind just for the hell of it. And you know, it sort of worked. I mean it's not a good poem, and may never be so--but the emotional landscape of the story has become clearer to me and I've been able to add around 300 new words. Fingers crossed I can keep it up!
Another couple of exercises for my unit, about 800 words in all :) The first one was another random word thing but more as inspiration than 'you must use them' and maybe in reaction to yesterday's sombre piece this was an unabashedly nonsense dialogue that started with blue icing and somehow ended up being about edible baby zombies...
"How many zombie movies have you seen? I bet I've seen more, and I've never seen the humans eat the zombies." "Well, maybe someone should make a movie about edible zombies. It's be different." "Edible zombies." "Yep." "Made of icing."
The other was meant to be a letter to someone we were annoyed with, so I had the sort of fun with invective I can't in real life :)
I decided I needed to make an effort to finish something, so tidied up the Burns and Scott post - that only took 56 words, so I wrote another 45 about the walk. What I really need to do is not leave writing to be the last thing I do every night...
(I like the name Sciennes, which has both an odd pronunciation (sheens) and an odd derivation (from a convent dedicated to St Catherine of Sienna))
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on 2021-07-13 03:47 pm (UTC)Excerpt:
Then Angelus lifted the bleeding wrist to his mouth and the connection that only works through shared blood between the creatures of the night (or, in Michael’s case, the twilight) was suddenly there, without warning, without preamble. Panicking, Michael slammed down his shields immediately, because the volatile emotions roiling beneath the cold outward surface of the Prince were overwhelming: guilt, anger, regret, determination – and behind all that a faint glimmer of hope.
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on 2021-07-13 08:34 pm (UTC)Nevertheless, I did write the last two days :) I was frustrated with the progress of the story, and decided to try to distill the feeling into a poem of some kind just for the hell of it. And you know, it sort of worked. I mean it's not a good poem, and may never be so--but the emotional landscape of the story has become clearer to me and I've been able to add around 300 new words. Fingers crossed I can keep it up!
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on 2021-07-14 04:53 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2021-07-13 09:53 pm (UTC)The other was meant to be a letter to someone we were annoyed with, so I had the sort of fun with invective I can't in real life :)
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on 2021-07-14 04:54 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2021-07-13 09:57 pm (UTC)(I like the name Sciennes, which has both an odd pronunciation (sheens) and an odd derivation (from a convent dedicated to St Catherine of Sienna))
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