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sroniWell, writing is going pretty well. I’m currently working on two original stories, simultaneously, because I’m about seven different variations of idiot. But when stories implant themselves in your brain and won’t shut up until you write the darn things … well, this is my gift horse, and this is me very emphatically not looking my gift horse in the mouth. If gift horses could talk. And if they were dickweeds who delight in torturing me.
One of those two stories is the one that I’ve posted some snippets from. Well, one snippet, and one “70 Questions”. It’s come to a standstill at the moment, but it will pick up again soon. How do I know? Because I’m just waiting for it to coagulate, that’s all.
The other story is a sci-fi. Yeah, you heard me. Sci-fi. See, I love to watch sci-fi. And I love to read sci-fi. I find it a pain in the butt to write. It’s beyond making sure your characters and plot fit into the world. First, you have to create the world. Then you have to create the types of people. Then you have to create the people. Then you have to make sure everything fits. And I did something, quite by accident, before I actually had a plot, and all I had were characters. I’ve written out descriptions for nine main characters. They all have their personalities that I can’t change drastically without now committing murder in my brain, because they’re now real people. And I came up with a crew full of, if they took the test, they’d be fully fledged Mary Sues, and her cousin, Gary Stus. And then I realized, that’s the point of this story. This ship is the stacked hand in this universe, and they all know it. My job is to make you like them, and to care about them. I think I do my job.
So, I’m writing to keep from going insane. And I’ve realized that this story is going to get hopelessly confused if I don’t get a computer at some point, because I’m writing this totally different from how I’ve written any other story. I’m writing the scenes as they come to me. So it’s completely out of order, and I know it. I’m running out of notebook paper. Seriously. I’m cramming over 1000 words on each side of the page, and I’m running out. Yet another reason I’m saving up for a laptop.
One of those two stories is the one that I’ve posted some snippets from. Well, one snippet, and one “70 Questions”. It’s come to a standstill at the moment, but it will pick up again soon. How do I know? Because I’m just waiting for it to coagulate, that’s all.
The other story is a sci-fi. Yeah, you heard me. Sci-fi. See, I love to watch sci-fi. And I love to read sci-fi. I find it a pain in the butt to write. It’s beyond making sure your characters and plot fit into the world. First, you have to create the world. Then you have to create the types of people. Then you have to create the people. Then you have to make sure everything fits. And I did something, quite by accident, before I actually had a plot, and all I had were characters. I’ve written out descriptions for nine main characters. They all have their personalities that I can’t change drastically without now committing murder in my brain, because they’re now real people. And I came up with a crew full of, if they took the test, they’d be fully fledged Mary Sues, and her cousin, Gary Stus. And then I realized, that’s the point of this story. This ship is the stacked hand in this universe, and they all know it. My job is to make you like them, and to care about them. I think I do my job.
- I have a captain that is the youngest in their history, because he’s brilliant. But he can’t get people to be willing to follow him.
- I have a first officer, who’s been FO longer than the captain has been alive, and offered the rank of captain almost as long. He keeps refusing because he likes showing new captains the ropes. He’s the one that the crew truly respects, and are loyal to, and because he respects and is loyal to the captain, so are they.
- I have the FO’s niece, the youngest chief medical examiner, who’s telepathic, and still socially inept.
- I have an android who doesn’t realize she’s an android.
So, I’m writing to keep from going insane. And I’ve realized that this story is going to get hopelessly confused if I don’t get a computer at some point, because I’m writing this totally different from how I’ve written any other story. I’m writing the scenes as they come to me. So it’s completely out of order, and I know it. I’m running out of notebook paper. Seriously. I’m cramming over 1000 words on each side of the page, and I’m running out. Yet another reason I’m saving up for a laptop.
