railenthe | Entries tagged with writing process

"I'm actually starting to get tired of looking at maps," Marlon said as he sipped his tea at the table. "I've been looking at them for so long that when I look at a blank wall, I see a map. Clear sky--there's a map on it. Still pool of water--maps. By now I bet I could fly over a city I've never seen before and make an accurate map of it without any mistakes just from that one flyover."
"That's actually a useful skill, Marly," Ainu said, sprawled out over a few cushions, the escorts that had been with him on either side. "You might want to practice that when you get the chance."
"I thought I told you not to call me Marly," Marlon said irritably.
"And I thought I told you to loosen up and join me one of these nights," Ainu said, "but we can't always have what we want, right?"
Marlon scoffed. "What are you thinking with?"
"I think you know the answer to that."

So far we've established:

Marlon HATES being called Marly
Ainu's a horndog
MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPS
Cabin fever is a bitch
MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPS
Ainu's so shameless his picture's next to the definition
MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPS.
And last but not least if it wasn't obvious the answer to that question is "his cock."

Current Mood: busy
Crossposts: http://railenthe.livejournal.com/263962.html

We are halfway through the month, and I am less than halfway through where I should be at this rate. I have fallen behind, thanks in no small part to the machinations of my peripheral neuropathy dealing incredible damage to my hands. But I've begun to see if I can get the catching up part of this done. I'm making a point of it to NOT have my word count total visible, as when I actually LOOK at the totals, I start to freak out. As of this writing right here...I have no idea how I am doing.

And now, back to the grind. I REALLY want to make it Four Times.

Current Mood: busy
Crossposts: http://railenthe.livejournal.com/263236.html

Reiluz stood in the middle of the Grand Temple of Yesodh Araya, its vibrance and shimmer drained. As he looked around, he noticed nothing unusual about anything else in the temple. This was also par for this particular dream. Acolytes moved about the grounds, aimless and faceless, just like what was normal for this particular dream. A crystalline statue of a Seraph-mark Illuminatus stood in the central dais of the temple, just like what was normal for this particular dream. As he watched the quicksilver crystal statue, there was a sharp sound—a ringing, almost musical crack of a noise—as the crystal began to fissure and break.
This was not normal for this particular dream.

So, Da'ath's getting dark.

I LOVE IT.

Also, pardon the Courier-esque font. I quoted direct from my draft and the formatting carried.

Have I decided who to kill yet?

…I'm sooooooooooooooooo not answering that. =D

/trollface

Crossposts: http://railenthe.livejournal.com/262922.html

Not only am I not getting my DreamWidth notifications, I’m not getting them at around the same time I stop getting my LiveJournal notifications. This happens around the time that LJ gets hit with DDoS attacks.

And the DDoS attacks have me wondering one thing, because I noticed one thing that was weird—some of the latest ones have coincided with particularly bloody strings in the television adaptation of the ASoIaF novels (AKA Game of Thrones). A fairly important name in that whole deal actually blogs here (if you know that then names aren’t necessary, and if you don’t I’m not contributing to the hug/poke of death that will ensue).

Let’s just say that if the series were Twitter, all 140 characters’d be dead.

Either way, NEITHER service has been immune to the outages and derpiness that has been going around, and given the one or the other, I’m still more impressed with the old veteran at the service than the newcomer. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the young upstart, but I don’t think the mass exodus is gonna stick.

Also, Kuropantsu, if you’re listening, we need to bang our heads into keyboards to work on the second chapter. My strength is back and I’ve hit the arc wall.

Current Mood: exhausted
Current Music: Does a generator playing bird noises count?
Crossposts: http://railenthe.livejournal.com/259899.html

Time to get to work!

Right now, I’ve got a half-liter of water chilling in the fridge. In front of me, there is an assortment of tobacco flavors from my favorite smoke juice dealer. So far, there’s been a lot of “Holy crap that’s a lot of chocolate” moments.

I’m slinging ink this evening. I dodged a bullet with a headache earlier; I’m blaming the weather. No one really knows what’s going on.

I’m not committing to a total output this evening. I’m setting a pomodoro timer for each session, breaking the work up bit by bit. A little bit of a cheat mode, I realize, but it works.

Now, time to make a fool out of one of my other characters. =D

Current Mood: busy
Crossposts: http://railenthe.livejournal.com/258286.html

So right now, there are a lot of things going on at once.

I’m waiting for vapemail. The tracking numbers haven’t updated in a day (FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS!)
I got called off again—though with the fact that I’m still getting tics when SOUNDS HAPPEN! it’s probably not a bad idea.
I’m waiting for bread to bake. I wanted eggs and toast and didn’t have bread. So I’m making bread.
I’m working on a script. It’s not the Camp Nanowrimo thing—that comes after I finish a few pages of script. It’s also why I’m listening to INCREDIBLY INAPPROPRIATE MUSIC right now. To be fair, it’s a pretty shenanigans-y scene, but it’s still…well, nothing serious is going on.

Top it all off, my head is still a little stupid.

But it could be worse!

I could be in the shoes of the poor sap in the scene I’m writing. (I’m soooooooooooo not sorry for what I’m about to put him through. He just happens to be the butt of the joke today.)

Current Mood: teeheeheehee...
Current Music: Kevin MacLeod - Barroom Ballet(Scoring - Silent Film: Bright)
Crossposts: http://railenthe.livejournal.com/254764.html

OK, give me one more and then I’ll be done fangirling, OK?

Though the lists and advice is pretty much all available on his blog, I have one problem with whitespace—don’t get me wrong, his layout’s classy and understated, it’s just…well, white space hurts my eyes. I picked light bulbs with a warm, redder light because the blinding white walls of my apartment—which I am not allowed to paint—gives me blinding headaches.

There’s something about having some of that snarky, profane wisdom handy at all times. There are lots of places where I got stuck, and actually caught myself asking, “WWCD?” What Would Chuck Do? With all of his work on the subject available at my back pocket, I can find the proper brain-grease to unstick the gears.

It’s not all writing advice, though—there’s life advice, there’s essays on various things, like life in general, and also blisteringly funny satire.

I’d recommend it to any creative types. It translates to every medium.

Current Mood: lazy
Crossposts: http://railenthe.livejournal.com/253543.html

I just looked at the things I want to get posted and such for the first time in forever. And man, am I disappointed in myself.

Welcome to Cornelia was last updated LAST YEAR. Right after I got out of the bin. This is just talking about the local copy, not the stuff that’s up.
Angelic Shards is in similar neglect.
Da’ath hasn’t seen love from me since December.
Lollipop hasn’t been updated since ~~Gingersnap~~ Balgaire got stuck with his new nickname.
I haven’t so much as done any more research in anything since any of these.

It’s time I set some guidelines for how I’m managing my time.

So here’s the deal:

If I say I am writing and I might not be particularly responsive on one day, then that means that I am writing and may not be particularly responsive on one day. One thing in particular up there is an ambitious fan project, but the other things listed up there? Yeah, those are the things that I’m trying to put together in an effort to be able to take the ‘unpublished’ out from in front of ‘writer’ in my LinkedIn profile. (Spoiler alert: don’t go looking for me on LinkedIn—that profile doesn’t exist; this was used as a figure of speech.)

If I say I’m in the middle of something, the thing that I am in the middle of is probably writing, and if I seem a bit irritable, it’s because I have a quota that I’d like to hit before I go do something leisurely.

If I seem to be distracted and my mind is a bajillion places at a time, you’ve probably caught me in the middle of writing.

Am I offline in EVERY ASPECT of social media that isn’t Google? Then I’m probably writing. And even if I AM on line in the Google messenger, check for a status something like ‘#amwriting’ before hailing me. Also included are ‘inkslinging,’ ‘editing,’ ‘writing,’ ‘word herding,’ et cetera. Best to wait until that status is no longer attached to my name before attempting to hail me formally. Is it still up? Do not be surprised if I do not answer.

All of these apply until the fifth of May—Beltaine to us pagans, cinco de mayo to everyone else in the area who is going to send our hotel into HELL that week.

Hail me at your own risk.

I’m off to sling ink now.

Current Mood: BUSY AF
Crossposts: http://railenthe.livejournal.com/248263.html

So I crack a lot of jokes about it being so hot it’s hard to focus, right? Well, this time there’s no hyperbole involved.

I was working on one of the 012 storylines, when—

*BA-BAM*

“…‘ba-bam?’” I repeat. I then turn to face my window unit, which has abruptly powered down. Before I can get there, however, it goes back on. I turn it back onto the proper settings and—

“Waitaminute…”

The A/C slowly winds down. But the power seems to just sort of go out of it.

Then it kicks back on, but the compressor isn’t working. In short, I now have a weak fan where I once had a weak air conditioner unit.

Hilarious fact: less than an hour earlier my dad called me on the phone, wondering if I had use of an air conditioner unit. It was fifteen minutes alter that the damn thing did a cough-splutter at me and died.

I’m gonna try to get a 100 Things post written, but this apartment’s creeping up into 90°F range, and that’s gotten clear outside of my endurance. Between the heat and the probably heat-induced stomach cramping and headache, I’m looking at a rough night.