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writers. block. today

I have a few scenes left that I know i need to write, i know how they're going to happen and I know what i want to accomplish. So why can't i write them? Writer's block is a bizarre thing. Really bloody bizarre.

I've been editing the hell out of my draft and taking notes while stuck in places away from my keyboard, things i've thought of that i need to add / make sure are in there somewhere, etc. Details. But still, i seem to be stuck on those paragraphs, after the 3k words i totally pulled out of my arse yesterday. None of it was planned, i just sat down and decided to type and see what happened, and I liked the result of it. I swear i had no plans, it just came to me as it is. Whole conversations just popped in my skull.

All i need to do is a dream sequence and a discussion of said dream, and i swear i just cannot get it going.

Grr.

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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]

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tempus fugit

Holy crap. 5421 words, and I've only just woken him up, taken the drip out and gotten him to eat and talk normally! He's learning a new language because the TARDIS is too far away to help him translate, and he's had some frostbite that's healing.

There's NO WAY ON EARTH i can wrap this up in 8k words, so i'm utterly ignoring the word limit, and writing what *I* want to write. I'm going to write the entire 5 years, yes. I've decided it. Yes.

And then i can take snippets of it or whatever and assemble the 8k words for Craig's book. But i NEED to write these 5 years. I need to do it, so badly, its rattling round in my brain and its driving me round the bend. I want to read those 5 years, so i want to write them, to satisfy myself.

I've done 4k words today alone, and it wasn't a rush job, it was just a case of sitting down and putting down ideas on paper, that's all!

Plus i think i've gotten a bit wordy in places, like verbal diarrhoea. Its going to need a spit and polish, that's for sure. But it'll be MINE. :D

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1800 words

and i'm not finished yet tonight. I'm still trying to think up how to involve Raphael, but otherwise, i've given his foster parents a good motive for adopting him, i've thought up a good way for their real son to have died, and i've gotten him some decent medical attention from a gentle giant (I had the guy who played Jaws in the Bond movies in mind when i wrote him), with almost 1/4 of the words out of the way already!

I'm not so sure i can wrap this up in 8k words. Still, i'll write what i want to write first, and then worry with trimming it up to fit my limit later.

I'm really enjoying Tempus Fugit. I may continue on past this section and write the whole 5 years; I've always wanted to.

In other news, i sussed out how to use my Nokia as a temporary storage drive, and better still i have a program that lets me edit .doc format files, so as long as i remember to convert from .odt to .doc, and save to my phone, i can use my phone to work. Now all i need is a keyboard thats compatible.

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tempus fugit update

1400 words. The Doc's still unconscious, the Hroth have a medic come in and see to him, diagnose everything that's wrong with him and set up some drips of fluids and nutrition. The Hroth will never tell him all this, naturally.

I am so tired i am about to fall asleep on the keyboard. My god i'm drunk typing. Looks like 9-10.15 is my time for writing these daysl i'm too busy the rest of the time. i REALLY need that keyboard for my phone, yes. Badly.

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Big finish entry number 2 finished

Though i need a beta, i consider it 'finished', possibly only minor corrections needed. Titled 'Loving the Bomb.'

And i called an 86 year old to find out if the British sat on sofas, couches or settees in 1946, she assured me sofas. lol. She helped me with a lot of the war stuff, Wikipedia did the rest (here's hoping their WWII entry is accurate, lol)

I have a third entry idea but i'm not sure if i'll run with it, I'm kindof proud of Loving the Bomb the most, though Mutatus was fun to write.

( Cut for a rant about New Who and Big Finish... )

Cant WAIT to do it. If they want it, that is. Or i might just do it anyways and if they dont want it, archive it on Teaspoon. That's what i'm gonna do with Fallen, eventually, if i ever get a beta for it, and all my Big Finish entries if they are rejected, is archive them on Teaspoon, so fans can enjoy them anyways. And make an 'I was rejected by Big Finish and all i got was this lousy t-shirt' icon. Ha ha ha :)

Mmm. Five in pain. Yes! :D