Still Working

Running out of time, but I'm still convinced I can finish this before the new year (unedited that is). There are still a few problem spots for me as I'm not sure how I want to handle it/integrate it with what's already written. I already have initial readers picked out, but they won't see it until...I'd say February as the first 3 (ish) chapters are horse drivel and need to be re-written. They will not see the light of day. They will not change much, but I have some vital information to add in including characters and plot points. Also, it also needs to sound better than my third grade summer project. I wrote stories about wolves. They were better than some of the crap I have at the beginning of this monster.

Next time I post will likely be when I'm done unless something crazy happens in the meantime.

Waiting for Work

Browsing through a couple chapters and I come across this little bit on a placeholder page for a chapter.

I hardly remember this.

This document is riddled with frustrated spaz fests.


Happy Wednesday.

I Made a Spreadsheet

I calculated approximately how close I am to REALLY being done the rough draft. It's sitting around 71%. That said...that is the average of the arbitrary percentages I have assigned to each chapter in terms of completion, but it seems accurate. I have a lot of patch work done. There are 6 chapters out of 45 that I have not started (unless you count 1 or 2 lines plus notes), three stupid long chapters that I need to revisit, three completely terrible chapters I need to rewrite, Jason's chapter which is about 90% done and makes me want to stab myself with a fork, and the realization that 45 chapters will most likely become 46 because...some things are not explained. As much as I would like Jason to just show up somewhere for no reason, I can't really do that. Laziness is not on my side here. 

Damn it Jason you ruin everything. 

So 71%.

The document itself is a poor representation of the final page numbers and word count, but it's currently sitting at 423 pages and 228,000 words. How am I not done this yet?

BEFORE 2015. It needs to happen.

I am super antsy about sharing any of this. I enjoy writing it, and I make myself laugh, but the reason it's taken so long is just it doesn't quite meet my level of expectations. And if it doesn't even meet mine, how can I expect it to be good enough for other people to lay eyes on. I've debated sharing snippets of it for a long time. Maybe... 

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That almost looks like a word

All right

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fine

HERE.

He stepped lightly on the catwalk, especially in one section where the supports holding it to the wall and roof seemed a little loose. He could see a figure lying prone on a section of the catwalk near the middle. He noticed a ladder down to the second floor on the far side. Ash had not moved and barely acknowledged Dedrad when he arrived. Dedrad sat next to him, back resting against the rail behind him as Ash grabbed a couple bands from the little pile next to him.

“Why are you tormenting the research team?” Dedrad asked after a moment.

“Bored.”

“Training and facility duties not enough to keep you occupied?”

“Woke up late. No one told me to do anything, so I'm conducting an experiment.”

“An experiment?”

“Yes, I am determining the average number of elastic band shots required to piss off members of the research team. Joey is the control.”

Ash fired an elastic and it found its mark in the back of Joey's neck. Joey placed a hand on his neck where it hit and looked around behind him for the culprit. Ash chuckled and loaded another.

“I see you're a real man of science.”

“Poten wants me to apply what I'm learning. Just consider this applied physics.”

Ash adjusted his aim and angle, and fired an elastic into the back of a woman working at a computer. It hit her coat and dropped to the floor unnoticed. Ash made a disappointed noise.

“As much as I don't want to encourage you, experiments need to be repeated for accurate results.”

“Tried it with a gang once.”

“Really?”

“It was hilarious until someone got stabbed.”

“That person wouldn't have been you would it?”

Ash chuckled.

“I honestly can't tell if you are being serious or not.”

Ash fired another couple of bands. The two of them had to duck when the second projectile hit a man in the face and he gazed wildly about to determine where it had come from.

Melodrama

Staring blankly, knowing the words exist, that they yearn to be uttered. Important people in important places,
talking and scheming and countering perceived evil. They live, breath, act their parts, playing games
with fear and power, one man growing ever paranoid and powerless himself. This room, a nexus of paths.
Staring blankly, glued to the chair, free in theory, bound in practice. You cannot leave. You cannot
escape. This must be done. It is time.

And the only sound in the room, a constant release of a single consonant.

ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff

And the curse repeats itself again and again.

That is the writing process. Forcing yourself to put words on the page, while fighting the urge to print the damn thing off so you can crumple it up and devour it, or throw it in the air, preferably down the stairs and estimate how many will end up in unreachable places. Then you stop yourself from continuing the story with your forehead against the keyboard. And the entire time, that constant ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff followed by every curse you can think of.

And then you go get tea and play video games instead.




Chapter 12 still isn't done.

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Oh yeah update.

I hit 200,000 words yesterday. Nearly 400 MS word pages. By summer's end people. It's happening. I'm actually getting excited. I feel like a giddy pre-teen entering Jr. High. I feel all accomplished and I'm going to be graduating my first school, but then I'm being thrown into the big scary school with children that will DESTROY MY SOUL if I'm not one of the popular kids. Don't pick on me guys. I can't handle the hormones and angst. Anyway, I am starting to think of book two. This is crazy. I can't even. Even if it goes no where and it sucks. I can't even.

Also, the food trucks are coming. I thought I was going to be skipping lunch today cause I had no food to bring that didn't require cooking on a stove and I forgot to make food last night, and THE FOOD TRUCKS ARE COMING. This day is fantastic.

Dedrad's Interlude

Knock another interlude off the list. Dedrad's bit has been re-written in full. It's a lot better than it used to be. He actually has some fricking character in it now. Before was just so...bland. Some of the parts in this section might actually be the best of my writing in this project so far. At least I think so. It's good because this section is more than a little important for developing some character relationships later on...and attitudes in this world. Helped to really expand what's going on in the world of WMRR. Anyway, I'm happy.

Word count is still around the 180,000 mark as I deleted an entire section, which was basically  just shlock I wrote so I could wrap my head around an event.

I really want to take a week off and go to Lake Winnipeg and just...write. That and eat cookies and lie on a beach. Those things are good too.

I Write Weird Things

Ash gets assaulted by a suit of advanced armour.

...and thus began the angry adventures of Hash O'Tool.