This post is a bit ramblier than they’ve been for the last few months. The ideas are relatively self contained, but don’t connect to one another all that much. Think of it as a buffet, but with thoughts rather than brunch—you get a bit of everything.
It’s been one of those days where the writing has just been absolutely terrible. I got some stuff done, of course, but most of it was me sitting with my journal going over details of future events, just making sure that they all line up. I did a fair amount of nitpicking with a scene that I’m currently working on that if I give too much specifics about it’ll ruin the ending… so, it’s a secret for now. The main issue is that it’s not really turning out quite like I had imagined, and so I had to back off a bit and make it more… grandiose. While not exactly the climax, it was a bit more anti-climactic than I would have liked it to be—nothing I wrote felt right, and so I took it all apart. I think the new stuff should fit in better; still though, it was a very slow moving, very meh sort of writing day.
In non-me news, I received an email from the Three Day Novel folk that says they’re going to start reviewing all of the entries. I assume that it took them a while to organize the panel of judges and all bajillion entries that they received. If I’m correct, I believe that each judge reads each book, possibly even more than once. That seems like a lot of reading, especially to be done by the end of January. I don’t know how those guys do it, but props to them—I think I’d go mad reading that many stories so quickly. I can barely keep two books straight if I read them in succession, let alone three hundred.
I mentioned my horror book in my last post, right? Well I’ll mention it again because it’s a lot of fun to mess with. I’ve accumulated a whole list of stuff that makes me uncomfortable and put it down as events that must/could happen during the course of the story. It’s bizarre how weird my brain gets around three in the morning when I hear a strange noise or see something out of the corner of my eye. I can walk past a mirror that I pass ten times a day, but as soon as it’s late, all movement is something that wants to murder me. I really hope that I don’t end up reading the book during the day and finding it lackluster—nighttime makes everything spookier, but with any luck it’ll keep its edge throughout the daytime too. And as much as I’d like to ramble about scary things, all I really have is a couple pages of text and a bunch of footnotes. There will probably be a bit more of a focus on it once Dreamstate II moves into the full editing stages; so be prepared for scaries.