It was a question of quantity not quality. So I spit out 50k of horrifically, fabulously bad writing. I feel purged. I feel cleansed. Next year, I will attempt it while coping with real life and placing my commas correctly.
(Ah, maybe I should train for a marathon instead.)
4 comments:
WOW! Congratulations! ANd you were even AHEAD of deadline...are we sure that this is the REAL S posting here?
;)
SO what's next, babe?
Inundate the blog with your thoughts, perchance?
Hurrah for fabulously bad.
So when do we all get to read this 50K of horrifically, fabulously bad writing? What was the novel about, anyway? Kudos on the accomplishment!
BBFK: *laughs* yeah I know. It's so unlike me.
As to the next big dumb thing, I'm thinking about taking on FAWM the february album writing month. 14 original songs in 28 days. That one I am unlikely to complete, but it would be fun to justify the hours spent noodling around.
jay: Hurrah! *offers up a little dance*
kat e: I think I'll spare y'all the pain. Even with a rehaul and several rewrites, I think it's meant for the dustbin.
I had no plot or ideas going into it. and it showed. The first week I wrote scenes until I got stuck. When I got stuck, I started new scenes with different characters. The rest of the time I was trying to follow the exploits of eleven characters. After I hit 50k, I figured out what it could be about:
A megacorporation develops the technology to physically steal people's thoughts out of their heads (a new kind of corporate espionage) causing brain damage in its wake. Wackiness ensues. What it seemed to really be about random people who work crap jobs and build weird inventions in their spare time.
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