Current Word Count: 51,185
Happy Thanksgiving to all and sundry. I’m celebrating by being the only one at work (which means I can write). You can celebrate by watching a swell Thanksgiving special–why, how about The Star Wars Holiday Special! That’s a traditional Thanksgiving show that would put everyone in a nice thankful mood.
Also happy 200th post to me, of which this is it.
As for the novel…I wrote the antagonist’s speech last night as a speech, in a separate document. Like he was lecturing a class, or something. I then intercut my POV’s remarks and questions into it. I did a lot of this via beer, which helps loosen up the ole writin’ gland a bit, though toward the end I ended up with something I’m not sure I follow. Here’s a bit of it:
“I’m no longer worried that I don’t understand you. I’m worried that you don’t understand me. Understand anything other than yourselves. Your dreams have grown so vast and all encompassing, you no longer understand what it is to have nothing.”We understand nothing. We came from nothing! We know all too well what nothing is!
I’m sure once I break out the old Fireball XL-5 Decoder Ring, that will make perfect sense AND work in context, somehow. As it is, well, as Jerry Lee Lewis might have sung once, “It Was the Bud Light Writing, Not Me.”
I’m sure once I break out the old Fireball XL-5 Decoder Ring, that will make perfect sense AND work in context, somehow. As it is, well, as Jerry Lee Lewis might have sung once, “It Was the Bud Light Writing, Not Me.”Most of the rest of it, though, I’m fairly happy with. He sounds like a sympathetic Doctor Doom in a way, and when you see what he’s trying to do, you can stand back and say, “Yeah, I can see where that would make sense, where you could look at that and say it’s a good idea.”
I don’t like the traditional evil villain (“There’s not enough light for me to read, so throw another peasant on the fire”). I prefer my villains to do what they do because of a different perspective. To be, in essence, good men working toward bad ends.
Or something. I’m still not sure my antagonist’s goals are all that bad.
UPDATE: Current Word Count: 52,070
Well, I can’t get anywhere with my ending, though I know what should happen and about what order it should happen in, it’s just resisting my ability to write it.
So I’ve started on the awful part: revising. And truth to tell, it’s no worse at the beginning than it is at the end. That’s something of a relief. Though there’s definitely adapting that needs to be done, so that what I have will match up with what I’ve got. But it’s coming along at an okay clip. And I’ve only cringed, like, twice.