Hello!

[puddingcat.livejournal.com]

I'm here because lark_ascending mentioned it, and because 5000 words seems far more achievable for a new writer with Serious Mental Blocks than does 50,000.

I only started writing this year, and have done all of half a dozen drabbles for the Weiss Kreuz fanfic community wk_100. My plan for November was to try & break through my "I can't write smut" and "I can't write conversations" blocks by - erm songfics. Yes, I know. But it's inspiration, of a kind, and nobody said they have to be good.

Yesterday worked reasonably well - a 250 word ficlet inspired by Thea Gilmore's "Razor Valentine":

Schuldig lounged easily against the end of a pew as Nagi sat calmly next to him, both watching Farfarello as he contemplated his work. The woman had streaked bloody handprints across the floor in her attempts to escape; the smears, from a certain angle, looked like calligraphy.

Today's, though. Today's is eating my brain. I'm up to 459 words on this one (709 total) and it Won't Go Away. Hurrah for monologuing villains is all I can say.

Crawford’s the man for getting things done when we’re in a hurry – one bullet to the back of the head (or neck, if he wants to take time to wave goodbye), and you can’t beat Nagi if you want industrial-scale destruction.

Comments

[altariel.livejournal.com]

Welcome puddingcat, and I'm glad you're finding this a good way to write more. I don't know Weiss Kreuz, but I liked this: the smears, from a certain angle, looked like calligraphy.