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voices in my head strike again
Apr. 23rd, 2012 12:13 amProject: Even The B-Plot Has A Romance Romance Novel
Deadline: haven't got one
New words written: 1907
Present total word count: 28923
Reason for stopping: past my bedtime
Mean things: delaying the reunion, prize-agents who take the money and run
Fun things: well, I amused myself renaming the landlady
Stimulants: No dinner
Words Word don't know: I'm giving up on this. There's hardly any point in a historical novel. Fantasy novels use much weirder words.
Still no lieutenant's Ma. However, the two scenes I got today occur shortly AFTER that one, and are the first appearances of secondary characters who got mentioned back in the first chapter. First, one grieving boyfriend who can't yet be told everything's all right; then, one young Lazarus who is none too pleased to hear that he has to wait three more days to see his grieving boyfriend and put things right, or else risk spoiling all the careful work that allowed his resurrection.
Young Lazarus has the fierce temper one would expect of a redhead of Scottish ancestry, London upbringing notwithstanding. The lieutenant, who was at sea before young Lazarus was born, will brook no nonsense from him. Fun for me, if not for them.
It's all dialogue, almost, because that's what happens during data entry: I hear voices. Conversations. I suppose if I'm trying NOT to sound mad I should just call it dialogue.
Had to skip lunch because I HAD TO WRITE IT DOWN, so I wouldn't lose it. That took care of the Grieving Boyfriend conversation, at least. Young Lazarus had to stay in my head until I got home... and then I had to eat something, and then I needed a nap, because the grieving boyfriend had kind of worn me out with the grief. He's had me in literal tears before, so this was a slight improvement, I guess.
But I got the words down, and even though they are very rough draft, they are a SHAPE to build on.
So I'm glad.
Deadline: haven't got one
New words written: 1907
Present total word count: 28923
Reason for stopping: past my bedtime
Mean things: delaying the reunion, prize-agents who take the money and run
Fun things: well, I amused myself renaming the landlady
Stimulants: No dinner
Words Word don't know: I'm giving up on this. There's hardly any point in a historical novel. Fantasy novels use much weirder words.
Still no lieutenant's Ma. However, the two scenes I got today occur shortly AFTER that one, and are the first appearances of secondary characters who got mentioned back in the first chapter. First, one grieving boyfriend who can't yet be told everything's all right; then, one young Lazarus who is none too pleased to hear that he has to wait three more days to see his grieving boyfriend and put things right, or else risk spoiling all the careful work that allowed his resurrection.
Young Lazarus has the fierce temper one would expect of a redhead of Scottish ancestry, London upbringing notwithstanding. The lieutenant, who was at sea before young Lazarus was born, will brook no nonsense from him. Fun for me, if not for them.
It's all dialogue, almost, because that's what happens during data entry: I hear voices. Conversations. I suppose if I'm trying NOT to sound mad I should just call it dialogue.
Had to skip lunch because I HAD TO WRITE IT DOWN, so I wouldn't lose it. That took care of the Grieving Boyfriend conversation, at least. Young Lazarus had to stay in my head until I got home... and then I had to eat something, and then I needed a nap, because the grieving boyfriend had kind of worn me out with the grief. He's had me in literal tears before, so this was a slight improvement, I guess.
But I got the words down, and even though they are very rough draft, they are a SHAPE to build on.
So I'm glad.
