The mistake of a gaping chest wound

I've been updating a bit around here this morning, if you hadn't noticed. The header is different again, but I'm MUCH happier with it now. Also, I've spent the last two hours on fanlistings (so those finally work again)!

I knew that joining Ni90 again was going to be a good idea. In the last two days, it's gotten me to write almost 1900 words (not a ton, granted, but with a goal of 750/day, it puts me 400 words ahead of schedule). And I'm hoping this scene ends soon, because two people talking about the anthopomorphic identity of Death is getting really old. And I need to create tension, and it's just not coming.

ARG. Loki, do something...exciting. Jeezy Creezy. There's potential. AND I did get the thing with the scar/heart/venom face worked out okay. I was afraid the recount of folklore versus the myth itself was going to screw me up (as I had it from a friend that Loki suffered venom to a gaping chest wound, not the face). If manga can take Ragnarok (2, 3) and use it for 9 billion projects, I think I'm allowed to tweak the myth a little to fit my purposes.

Now: bed, so that I can get up at some kind of decent hour tomorrow and get some more written (and hopefully this chapter FINISHED).

I'm Late For Work!

Robert's closing line was cheesy when I wrote it 4 hours ago: "Not if you let me stay.", but 3 hours and 55 minutes ago it become "I'm late for work!," which in the context of the novel fits MUCH better.

But I am terrible at endings, so I will be trying to get someone to read this epilogue and give me suggestions. The former suggestion for radio transcripts in one narrative fit perfectly, so I may go to the same source.

But for all intents and purposes, the book is finished. Almost 10 years later (8 to be exact), I think it's finally done, minus the small tweaks that any manuscript needs.

zOMG. I knew I skipped class today for a reason.

There's No Acocunting for Taste, Is There?

So, keeping a Last.fm has helped me keep track of just how weird my music taste has been sliding. I went from a very heavy metal focus to hippy/indie. WEIRD.

And I finished that damn narrative this morning. Which means that all I need to do at this point is somehow pound out the climactic fight scene, and tie up the very OBVIOUS loose ends with Katherine's character. Somehow.

I'm putting off an essay project on Raymond Carver and editing right now. Shh, no one tell. XD

Mmm, mmm, PAPER.

I'm so close to the end now that I can taste the tang of the wood in the fibers of the paper. I just started chapter 14, which means that I have finished the three opposing first-person narratives, and am on the way to jumping the last hurdle (though of course, it always has to seem to be the highest).

It'll be more difficult with this, as it's all radio feedback with no inserted narration. ARG. It'll be like reading the Police Log in the local newspaper...in fact, I should probably go find one for reference material.

It's just annoying to have to have a full chapter in the perspective of two people who, for all intents and purposes, do not exist in the timeline between Robert's funeral and the time prior in which he recorded the incident.

Gods, the stress my art induces. My muse is a TEASE.
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And I have a midterm short-story due for Creative Writing in two weeks, and the professor hasn't given the prompt yet. YIPES. Oh, and that housing meeting this week. Likely paper layout too. *sigh* I think Februaries involve too much work.

"How's it going to be when it goes down?"

I'm halfway through chapter 13 now. One "off" 1st person narrative down, two more to go...I think. I think the transition paragraphs might star getting old, interrupting the story and all, but how else to do this? Eff it. I'll worry about it in editing.

I also have to have a new short story in the works by Sunday. YIPES!

On the plus side, The Promethean picked up another piece (according to my friend), which would make this year record with two pieces instead of one. Apparently the editors only liked "Atara-Orn" for the writing style, as no one but my friend has an appreciation for fantasy. But I suppose this is what happens when the entire editing staff is made up of poets, and indie-art fans. Fantasy? What is that? People at this school read that? Lord of the Rings was too long. *whine*

*Sigh* But it got picked up on the argument that, YES, people do INDEED read fantasy. Hopefully, that wasn't the only reason, but it got picked up, and I refuse to grouse about it.

Now to the new story. I think I want to pull an Uncle Silas...

Take Me Higher...

I'm sick right now, but I can't find myself caring. Apparently I get more creative work done when I don't feel like getting real work done.

I've redone the entire main site here, but the auxillary pages are still undergoing some work. But ultimately, I think that not only does this work a ton better than cutenews was for me, BUT, I think it looks a tad better (though I think there are still some kinks--I'm working on gettng them resolved).

And I've hit chapter 13. I've figured out how to accomplish the three main narratives while still giving each character their distinctive voice. The problem comes in the next chapter when I'm using two characters who do not survive (or are not seen throughout the rest of the timeline). *SIGH* I hope I figure that out. The scene has a walkie-talkie in the original. Perhaps feedback and someone ELSE relays the conversation? It'll be interesting to say the least.

It's my fault for staring it in a funeral to begin with.

Progress is Fun!

41,00 words, and only about 36 pages of prior material left. I'm getting to crunch time, and it's giving me those cute butterflies that I'd rather shoot down than put in jars. Dead, they'll leave a nasty taste in my mouth, but in jars, someone can let them back out, aflutter, in my stomach again.

I've just started Chapter 13, and I definitely forsee it being the toughest, as I'm writing a first person single narrative, and need to switch between three characters...

This will be *cough* fun.