Written Whispers

[Freaking WP was being slow when I tried to post this a few days ago so I gave up and almost forgot about it. Here it is.]

Been awhile since I did one of these. :) Feels good to get back into it.

I’m already in pain. I wish I’d filled this section out in more detail the first time I wrote it.

I’m afraid of making this section too long. What I do write needs to be interesting because the action clearly isn’t here and yet- I need this part… so do I rush through it or slice away needed depth? Which is worse?

Eh, a little better- a little worse. An eye for an eye.

Ah~! That’s so fricking cliche!

I know I shouldn’t stop on a rough place but it’s hard to let myself stop when I’m in a really good one and the words actually want to flow for once.

They were in a long hallway, nearly silent save for the steady thrum of music in the floor and curses running through her head. It was dark and still feeling, the wall closest to her nothing special save for the door back out but the wall before her held an entirely different story.

It was like looking through a window.

Excerpt for the day:

One huge glass wall that separated their little quiet hallway from the ravenous dancers, flashing lights, and unsteady partrons tossing back more drinks. They move and sway like one multicolored wave come alive in a no longer quite so distant nightmare.

She shivered. It was so unnerving to see so much and yet… they couldn’t see her, couldn’t hear her, and obviously didn’t care.

Okay, here goes another round. I can do this. I can do this! … ah, I’m distracted!

Just get over this hurdle and then it’ll flow. Chop, chop and little by little you cut the tree down. :(

*cries, pouts, stomps feet* This hurts.

Flowed and died.

Oh I suck. But flowing better now. Like a river over rocks. Slow but it’ll get there.

Hahaha, that sucks but it hurt less to write it.

I’m not happy with this piece but I think this is all the editing I’m going to do for the moment. Even my best excerpt of the day sucks.

“You know Halloween is still half a year away, right?”

The man glared at her, eyes too bright and clear like Franq’s but with enough emotion that she knew she could piss this individual off if she really tried. He stood there in a light gray business suit, burgundy tie tight to his neck beneath a crisp white collar. It was nice, expensive looking but definitely in good style with well picked fabrics. Not a single crease was out of place…

But his hair certainly was. Long brown tresses spiked straight up the middle of his scalp. With safety pins and spiked studs adorning his ears and nose she wondered if he had to mail order the suit or if they’d actually taken him seriously when he’d gone to purchase it from whatever poor place he chose to do business with.

Oh, well. Better luck later tonight.

More thoughts while editing. I’m not sure how but I really think that this is helping me. As before- each line is a separate thought. I actually spent more time editing today so this piece is a bit longer.

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Found a new song to go with one of my characters. I’ll have to share it later. ‘Come Back Down’ from Lifehouse.

I’m not looking forward to editing this next part but once I get over it… maybe it won’t be so hard.

No! Don’t make me do it!

I’m so glad this isn’t my final edit ’cause this paragraph sucks big time.

*bangs head against wall*

Okay, I’m rewriting that.

Sucking less.

They need support groups for editing. Hmm, maybe that’s something I should look into making. I always need another project to keep me procrastinating.

I’m hating this process. Hate, hate, hate it.

Getting a little easier but I feel like I might be away from the point I was aiming for… but it’s alright if the flow is coming easy… right?

Going better than I thought.

Sucks less.

Still feel like I’m straying. Does coming full circle count in introductive scenes if it’s such a wide circle or am I just taking too long to get to the point?

That went well, now I have to work with this horrible transition.

Sometimes you have to scribble before you can paint.

*crying, loathing* Not fair.

I’ve been starring at the page too long. Time for a break.

Fave paragraph of the moment:

It was a place she had heard of half a dozen times and even passed by a few others but had never bothered to enter simply because it seemed to have an air all it’s own in comparison to all the other hot spots she’d seen. A good portion of the crowd was full of the usual wannabes, clubbers dressed to the nines in anything they thought might catch the doormen’s attention, loud people looking to have a good time… but these people were still a minority compared to the ‘others,’ the people between the people waiting in line.

The ones who watched everything.

I think the writing thoughts down while I’ll edit thing is actually helping me a little bit… or maybe I just like having another thing to post about, it’s hard to tell. :) Either way here goes another one. Each line is roughly another random thought that popped up while editing.

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Hahaha, it’s procrastination day. I’ve spent more time on FB than here.

This sucks, flows choppy.

Eww, the club scene is coming up. I hate trying to describe the club scene.

This really, really sucks.

Too much telling. Readers aren’t stupid and I don’t need to point out the obvious.

Some progress. It’s like tripping up a hill but I’m still going up.

Bring on the red pen like blood through my passionate words, every line a tear, and the space around the vowels my sweat. Self assured writing is nothing. Hard work gleams if for no other reason than I’ve poured my soul into it with a glitter marker.

Transition sucks. POV sucks. Sucks, sucks, sucks.

Maybe I should take a break.

I’m not feeling the character.

Favorite snippet this round:

Kat didn’t wait for him to finish, snatching the folder from his fingers even as he ushered her none too gently into the vehicle. It smelled like fresh leather, just out of reach from that new car scent, the seat cool against her back. There weren’t any crumbs or sand from past occupants to be found in the carpet, no single candy wrapper or big slurp cup lodged in various corners. The windows unsmudged from fingers that had never been and the arm rests undented from the constant use they never saw.

Most importantly, there were no buttons, gadgets, or handles on her door. Nothing to roll the windows down or pop the locks. Nothing to open the door.

No way out.

Perhaps it’s just another form of procrastination. Perhaps it’ll help me track my progress and nuke the more negative thoughts. Either way I’m going to try recording some of my thoughts while editing. Just random tidbits that cross my mind while I’m delving into my least favorite part of the writing world.

These are just what came through during yesterday’s edit. I had a separate writing program open while working. Each line or paragraph is a separate thought for the most part.

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Man, this sucks. So many useless words hiding where they don’t need to be. Corny much?

Stop freaking over tiny words and get to the writing!

I hate editing.

I could change the flow of chapter one a hundred times and come out with something different and the same each and every damn time.

I can do this.

Butcher it a little less with each run through.

Procrastinative practice during editing makes it seem a little less lonely.

Favorite paragraphs of the day:

Kat smirked, unable to resist a final goodbye as they passed through the door. It was a toss up between flipping him the bird or blowing a kiss but she settled for a simple little wave and a sweet “Ta, ta!” on the tip of her tongue. She probably could have come up with something better if her hands weren’t bound but…

“I don’t recommend running, Ms. Doe.” That all too polite voice brushed past her ear, forcing a stutter into her thoughts as if he’d actually known them.