Makin' with the updates
Jul. 18th, 2007 01:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wordwhackerOkay. This is typical of me: lay down a bunch of goals for the summer and then suddenly realize that there's only a month and half left and I'm *way* behind. Le sigh. Didn't I do this last year? When will I learn?
Anyway, I do have SOME stuff done. I wrote a script in June, which in a roundabout way got me involved in a local theatre group that's putting on a festival next month. I'm acting again! It's gonna be fun!
I finished the hard-copy edits of Blue Goo. Now I need to go through the soft copy and impliment the changes I made or hinted at throughout. I also need to take a long, hard look at my characters and the settings, and decide whether I want to append a whole new section to the book and make it significantly longer. What could possibly be wrong with MORE wacky alien hijinx? But that would mean a total overhaul, so I'll probably work with what I have and then reevaluate later.
At the start of the summer I hinted that I was going to produce a finished short story every month, and post a writing exercise every week. I'm modifying this goal a bit: I'm going to have ONE finished short story to post by the end of the summer, and I'm going to dedicate an hour a week to working on it (more will probably happen, but I'm starting small.) I'll blog a little with my progress and possibly snippits that either please or annoy me. I'm also going to try to post a little writing exercise every day, mostly challenged by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eternalism. Mostly I want to get in the habit of writing every day.
So with that in mind, here's a short one that very few people will actually understand:
Whopper (150 words, first draft)
I can't quite think of how we came to this point. He must have wanted it this way, really, it's the only explanation. I don't think I could have maneuvered him here if I'd tried. "Trying" is usually a point against me in this sort of thing.
He is sitting in the driver's seat. He's usually there, unless he's feeling… obliging. His hands are on the wheel, and he seems tense, but I know it's a show. The conversation has ground to a halt. We won't be going anywhere until he says it.
I wait. I want to laugh, but it'll be better to wait on it. He'll come through. He always does for these silly word games.
"Whopper."
The word sounds long and distorted coming from his high-falutin' mouth. Now I laugh, and so does he, and finally I think we can go and get some lunch. But probably not Whoppers.
Anyway, I do have SOME stuff done. I wrote a script in June, which in a roundabout way got me involved in a local theatre group that's putting on a festival next month. I'm acting again! It's gonna be fun!
I finished the hard-copy edits of Blue Goo. Now I need to go through the soft copy and impliment the changes I made or hinted at throughout. I also need to take a long, hard look at my characters and the settings, and decide whether I want to append a whole new section to the book and make it significantly longer. What could possibly be wrong with MORE wacky alien hijinx? But that would mean a total overhaul, so I'll probably work with what I have and then reevaluate later.
At the start of the summer I hinted that I was going to produce a finished short story every month, and post a writing exercise every week. I'm modifying this goal a bit: I'm going to have ONE finished short story to post by the end of the summer, and I'm going to dedicate an hour a week to working on it (more will probably happen, but I'm starting small.) I'll blog a little with my progress and possibly snippits that either please or annoy me. I'm also going to try to post a little writing exercise every day, mostly challenged by
eternalism. Mostly I want to get in the habit of writing every day.So with that in mind, here's a short one that very few people will actually understand:
Whopper (150 words, first draft)
I can't quite think of how we came to this point. He must have wanted it this way, really, it's the only explanation. I don't think I could have maneuvered him here if I'd tried. "Trying" is usually a point against me in this sort of thing.
He is sitting in the driver's seat. He's usually there, unless he's feeling… obliging. His hands are on the wheel, and he seems tense, but I know it's a show. The conversation has ground to a halt. We won't be going anywhere until he says it.
I wait. I want to laugh, but it'll be better to wait on it. He'll come through. He always does for these silly word games.
"Whopper."
The word sounds long and distorted coming from his high-falutin' mouth. Now I laugh, and so does he, and finally I think we can go and get some lunch. But probably not Whoppers.
