Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Awww Yeah

Fixing plot holes, cleaning up dialogue and keeping characters consistent. This is what it's allllll about ladies and gentlemen!

...just not at 1 in the morning, heh.

Also...IS SOMEONE MOVING SHEET METAL OUTSIDE? What the heck is going on out there?

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Catwalks and FRANCE

I seem to have a strange liking for catwalks. They're everywhere...taking over my soul.

Oh and I'm done Chapter 14, catwalks and all. Again, I'll need to fix the ending, but I like the strange way it has turned out. The plot is similar in events to version 1, but the rest comes down to location, location, location. I think I managed to write 15 pages on this one, which was WAY longer than I anticipated. I may have some clean-up to do later, but I'm on a roll for now. Also, I still need to fix Chapter 12.

Word Count: 92,631
Page Count: 162

Also, I just realized that the next page in my document starts with MEANWHILE, IN FRANCE. I'd be tempted to keep it for the sake of randomness, but I have no idea how it would fit into the chapter.

Progression

I find looking at the number of blog posts each year on the side absolutely hilarious because they have essentially been halved each year. Granted, this year isn't over yet, but I have a feeling the final count will be around 17. I either don't have as much to say, or I've just gotten lazy. I think it may be a mix of both. Regardless, I have been writing, mostly over the summer. I think I wrote more this summer then all of last year combined for WMRR, but that doesn't surprise me at all. I was in no shape to be writing last year, especially in the fall. Anyway, you'll be pleased to hear (well I'm pleased at least) that chapter 14 is about 100 words from being finished. I haven't finished because my energy gave out last night and I'm not exactly 100% health-wise. I think the October curse has arrived early this year.

Let's see if I can finish this before I lose what little is in my stomach.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Bits of Old Poetry

So I have it.
For now.
What you have lost.
I'm sorry in the end.

That I am a stranger.