szzzt: You know Wufei is appalled. Oh NOES! (wufei_noes)
I forgot why I enjoy bad fic so much. Because it is so motivating to write better fic, of course! Because you realize that that better story is what you really want to read, and you think about it, let it tantalize you, all while you read the bad fic, yes.
Okay I need to go take a shower now

IN OTHER NEWS--

Fitzwilliam?! (Imagine me blurting that out loud. "Fitzwilliam?!!") No wonder everyone just calls him Darcy!

And Sir Walter Scott? Your drawerfic, did you have to? Your unfinished drawerfic, really? I am not reading your unfinished drawerfic. I need those neurons for trying to remember the characters in stories that have endings. But the anecdote for the novel your brother someday planned to write and never did--that was actually pretty interesting.

Still though, Sir Scott, I had to skim like twelve introductions I-kid-you-not, and your hero is pretty boring so far and rather shallow, and I might dump you at any moment for Frances Hodgson Burnett and her characters who define awesome by their very actions and are thus incapable of being unawesome. In fact I really hope someone has done A Lady of Quality for Yuletide. Wow, but that book would make a good manga.

Ah, I can't help it. Here is a scene.

“What was your message?” demanded the young lady of the chaplain. “You cannot return without delivering it. Tell it to me. I choose it shall be told.”

The chaplain clutched and fumbled with his hat, pale, and dropping his eyes upon the floor, for very fear.

“Pluck up thy courage, man,” said Clorinda. “I will uphold thee. The message?”

“Your pardon, Madam—’twas this,” the chaplain faltered. “My lord commanded me to warn your honoured father—that if he did not beg you to leave off wearing—wearing—”

“Breeches,” said Mistress Clorinda, slapping her knee.

The chaplain blushed with modesty, though he was a man of sallow countenance.

“No gentleman,” he went on, going more lamely at each word—“notwithstanding your great beauty—no gentleman—”

“Would marry me?” the young lady ended for him, with merciful good-humour.

“For if you—if a young lady be permitted to bear herself in such a manner as will cause her to be held lightly, she can make no match that will not be a dishonour to her family—and—and—”

“And may do worse!” quoth Mistress Clo, and laughed until the room rang.

--A Lady of Quality, Frances Hodgson Burnett
szzzt: Zack smiles. At least, once he notices you're there. (zack_animavvie)
I don't give updates
about writing; either I am
writing or thinking

or trying not to
think of writing; to say so
would be tiresome.

But today I wrote
through to THE END (of a scene)
and of the things left

unsaid, those we need
will keep until day two of
stuck elevator.


Edited 2011/01/04 for better counted syllables
szzzt: Ashley wears his fedora brim low, his mouth hard beneath it. (made man ashley)
For the longest time, I have wanted some Sephiroth boots. Maybe a little like these. But sad sad and sad, there are no more in my size, and it is a rule that I never buy shoes without trying them on. That goes double, of course, for Sephiroth boots which I would want to wear every day.

And now I am thinking, thinking, looking at these boots--which I did get to try on--and I am thinking now, "If Sephiroth was a steampunk cowboy, he would totally wear those."

He totally would.
szzzt: Naruto crouches, kunai in his mouth, forming a ninja hand sign. (bamf)
No seriously, they are. They're in league with the semicolons. I hear them plotting at night--to stab me in my sleep with their little pointy points. >_> COMMAS AND SEMICOLONS WHY WON'T YOU BEHAVE

What's the difference between a colon and a semicolon anyway? They're both like duct tape for joining sentence fragments right? Right! But two semicolons in a row would be weird, so clearly you're supposed to alternate them. And so, how many can you have in one sentence before you're Patrick O'Brian or Naomi Novik channeling Patrick O'Brian? Is three pushing it? How many semicolon-containing sentences can you have in a row? Because...given a free hand, and look it is free, I would write ENTIRELY in sentence fragments. Joined, if three words or less, by commas; if longer, by semicolons/colons. Uh-oh. Is that, uh, is that okay? Too late.

Who needs to use the word 'and' when you can use a comma anyway. I'm sure commas can't stab very hard. I write in quite small type.

And another thing! Let's say you're writing in reasonably tight 3rd person, and your POV character is doing things and thinking things. How do you avoid every paragraph starting with POV character's name? I look at current story and it's like:
Wufei Heero "I" Wufei Heero "And" Heero "I'll" Wufei He When Shit. Heero "If" Heero The Wufei Heero Damn. Heero "When" "That" "What" Wufei "Hn" "You" Heero Wufei "You" Wufei Heero "Ready" "No" "You're" It Heero "My" Heero Wufei "Are" Wufei Heero

Oh man, I laughed so hard writing that out. But it proves the point! I looked at one or two real books today, and they don't start more than half the paragraphs with a character name. Maybe I use too many active sentences? Maybe I need lots of passive descriptive sentences.
...Nah, not in this fic. Maybe I'm crazy and no one cares about first words of paragraphs. Or maybe it's a tip-off to claustrophobic writing--which is actually fitting for this fic--but is something it would be nice to be able to turn on and off. Maybe I should go to Absolute Write or somewhere and get actual answers for these questions, but it's more fun to just blather here.

It seems unfair that the little mechanics of writing are just about as hard as the big things, like figuring out what you want to happen in the story and how to make it happen. I guess I'm more prepared to sweat over those big things, 'cause duh, yanno that stuff's important. And if it was easy writers would never complain. But being unable to write because I can't figure out how to structure the sentence, that's just gratuitous.

Don't even get me started about bladed weapons and braided pilots XD

Oh yeah~

Mar. 1st, 2010 11:41 pm
szzzt: Wufei the scholar is perplexed. (wufei?)
So on Saturday, the file holding the Current Story tied and then surpassed the largest file in my Written For Fun folder. (And that formerly largest file is not a story--it is a giant hoard of poems and fine quotes I have found trolling the Nets.) 94KB! Someone give me a cigar.

Did you know that 17,500 words is the length of a very short novella? I'm there. Plus there's another 1500 or 2000 words I haven't typed in yet... Oooh... *rubs hands in glee* (Those of you who are prolific, ignore me wigging out. I'll just be over here adoring my first story-shaped thing of length some more.)

I also have the lion's part of a lemon. I'm not sure what to think about this, but since I knew it was coming and was a bit worried about making it convincing, the hindbrain has settled on massive glee. I tell the hindbrain, "You can't tell if it's convincing! Besides, you need to write the lead-up scene now currently tagged only as 'something SPECTACULARLY KICKASS,' once you figure out what it is!" The hindbrain doesn't care. The hindbrain wants to write lovingly detailed explosions that conveniently kill off the bad guys and trap our heroes in an elevator with nothing but a futon, or something, yeah maybe I will tell the hindbrain to go take a hike for that scene, except of course for judging the correct degree of spectacular kickassery.

[personal profile] kkamagwi, you may be pleased to note that nowhere is "koi" used as a term of endearment in said lemon. That will not actually decrease its average prevalence in the fandom. *cries*
szzzt: Sepia-toned and androgynous, an angel crouches, its braid and long earring swaying. (braid)
I cannot but think that if they met Stephen would describe Laurence as "over-nice," and follow with some remarks on diet, costiveness and national character; yet admit, roundabout, the vigor of Temeraire's conversation, and lament the lack of truly, really original thinking in the sphere of Homo Sapiens Sapiens. It would be left to another man to discourse on progeny and perhaps how a man's truth is most apparent in its traces on the forming of another's mind, and to try on his fingers to number Stephen's daughters. But this would never occur to the only man who could do it, and even he does not know the whole; only we, dear readers, only we.

(Written a while back when I was varying my reread of the Aubreyad with a reread of Temeraire. Yes, someday I will acquire the ability to write shipboard stories by sheer osmosis, that is my plan.)
szzzt: Sepia-toned and androgynous, an angel crouches, its braid and long earring swaying. (Default)
Spent a constructive day reducing entropy in the area of my fridge and freezer, then went to the store because said low-entropy state involved very little untossed food remaining in either, and stones would weep if I had to put soymilk in my morning tea again.

That's right entropy, you were whupped. Crawl away. Tomorrow you can slink back, in your wrinkled jeans and rumpled T-shirt and artless careless smile. Don't tell me you push all the interesting reactions that make life possible in this universe. I know that. But what're you gonna do when they achieve their object and the universe reaches equilibrium, everywhere an evenly-dispersed gas at a uniform temperature of one degree Kelvin? You'll find ultimate disorder pretty monotonous then, young man, so don't say I didn't warn you. And stop grinning at me.

Profile

szzzt: Sepia-toned and androgynous, an angel crouches, its braid and long earring swaying. (Default)
szzzt

January 2012

S M T W T F S
1234567
891011121314
151617 18 192021
22232425262728
293031    

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags