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leoniedelt) wrote2007-04-09 01:45 pm
leoniedelt) wrote2007-04-09 01:45 pm
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8k, 8k, 8k!
Despite a migraine on the Richter scale, thanks to a quiet house, I've managed to take Tempus Fugit to 8k.
I bet i manage the other 2k by the end of the day! I've just introduced about 6 new characters, and I intend to take it long past the 10k mark, and write the whole 5 years. Just not right now.
After the 2k is finished and I get Raph and the Doctor talking the night before he goes to visit the Bank Manager and joining up as a team to run this restaurant, it'll just be housecleaning and editing and so on from there on out.
Its just pouring from my fingers today, dunno why.
edited: Migraine broke at 6pm. Stopped at 8900 words. Pooped out for the night. 2 more scenes to write, and then its housecleaning from then on, making sure people are speaking in character, making sure that its active voice, not passive, making sure the Hroth are alien enough, etc.
8900 words. W00t. The story's almost told. Now i gotta suss out how to end it, because it ends in a rather abrupt way, really, as i'm finishing it just before the Doc does to the bank and withdraws 20mil credits to start up his restaurant.
So i guess i need to write some grand speech at the end or something about how Tempus Fugit is the story of his lives and how he, though no fault or choice of his own, has to take a break from all the habitual excitement and take the slow road, and how he imagines it will be, or something like that. Hmm.
[suggestions welcome, everyone]
I bet i manage the other 2k by the end of the day! I've just introduced about 6 new characters, and I intend to take it long past the 10k mark, and write the whole 5 years. Just not right now.
After the 2k is finished and I get Raph and the Doctor talking the night before he goes to visit the Bank Manager and joining up as a team to run this restaurant, it'll just be housecleaning and editing and so on from there on out.
Its just pouring from my fingers today, dunno why.
edited: Migraine broke at 6pm. Stopped at 8900 words. Pooped out for the night. 2 more scenes to write, and then its housecleaning from then on, making sure people are speaking in character, making sure that its active voice, not passive, making sure the Hroth are alien enough, etc.
8900 words. W00t. The story's almost told. Now i gotta suss out how to end it, because it ends in a rather abrupt way, really, as i'm finishing it just before the Doc does to the bank and withdraws 20mil credits to start up his restaurant.
So i guess i need to write some grand speech at the end or something about how Tempus Fugit is the story of his lives and how he, though no fault or choice of his own, has to take a break from all the habitual excitement and take the slow road, and how he imagines it will be, or something like that. Hmm.
[suggestions welcome, everyone]
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And yay to the writing spree. I'm filling in more gaps as we speak. Things i noticed i didnt do, little details I wanted to finish, etc.
Two more big scenes to write, a dream sequence, and the last scene, and that's it. Wow, go me. Hee :D
I might have it wrapped up by the end of the week, ready to be picked apart by the Real Authors(tm) and whipped into shape enough for publishing!
*hugs* thanks for the support - if you want to see it as it stands, shout. I'm wholly open to concrit; i want Craig to be proud of it, wherever he is.