*laughs* Oh my God. I just found what must have been *very* close to the original first character sketch/getting the feeling thing for the Walker Papers. It’s about 800 words long, and it’s *awful*. oh my *God* it’s bad. *howls with laughter* Yeah, oh my God, created April 17, 2000, at 6:01pm. Oh my God. It’s awful. *laughs more* Here, here, let me share my humiliation with you:
Tag: writing
spamming lj today
I rewrote two half-chapters and think I’ve gotten the book back on track. The next few chapters will be all-new, with lots of action and a character who hasn’t been seen in a while (nevermind that nobody from the Walker Papers has been seen in a while, since it’s TWO YEARS since I’ve written one!), and … well, we’ll see where it goes tomorrow, I guess. I’ve only lost a couple thousand words at this point, which is nice. ytd wordcount: 260,600
my brain…
…it has been entirely eaten by Doctor Who. I don’t read or write fic, and don’t even *want* to (except those other two Methos novels I’d like to write someday), but damn, I am *totally happy* doing nothing but sitting around thinking about Doctor Who, and admiring the icons people’ve made. I would be perfectly happy sitting around making a zillion icons myself. One that somebody made has made me want to try making a *fanvid*, for God’s sake. I have neither time nor talent for it, but damned if…
I hate this part.
I hate this part of writing a book. I’ve screwed up. The point at which I’ve screwed up is pretty clear to me, and a fair distance back now. Most of what I’ve written can (probably) be used anyway, at least in concept. I just have to get stuff rewritten back there and rearrange everything. In essence, the synopsis had a better idea, but the story offered an easier path, and… …look, by now I should know better than to take the easier path. It’s just, y’know, every time, I…
gah.
I just had one of those “Oh god, I’ve lost it all,” moments, when my writing computer sort of took a breath on start-up, and quietly shut down again. It booted properly the second time–and, in fact, I’d have lost maybe two chapters of work at most anyway–but you can bet your sweet tush that I have made a backup of Nook and stored it in two, soon to be three, different locations. *heart palpitations* Ted got up at 8. I thought I’d rolled over and he’d come back upstairs…