So I'm still fussing around with the end of the third--third? third!--part of Visitors. I really didn't expect it would take this long to put together. I just...am having this thing where every time I think I've gotten to a good stopping point, there's something else I want to put in. (This probably stems from me wanting to make sure I end on a certain plot point, and me therefore feeling the need to fill in the blanks in between where I am and where I want to be.) I'm trying to be critical about editing, but I'm still trying to balance what I want to put in versus how much the story can support without losing its focus.
That being said, I also would like to complain about how getting food poisoned has cut into the time I'd planned on devoting to wrapping up part three. Food poisoning blows. I lost two days--forty-eight hours--of my life to being sick. I expect it's going to take at least that long again to fully recover from it. I am still very tired and very dehydrated, but I can now actually focus on things without having to sprint for the bathroom every five minutes.
I'm anticipating being out of state one of these upcoming weeks, so I'm trying to get things written/updated before then. I hate to feel like I've run off somewhere before getting things done around the house, as it were. I would feel like the chapters would be hanging over my head the entire time I was gone, and then I'd feel rushed to get them done as soon as I'd come back. Does that make sense? True, I write fic for fun, and fandom is fun too. But! Writing is serious business for me. (Sometimes it feels like I have to take my writing seriously because no one else around me does. XD) I devote a significant portion of my life to it, and I don't want to feel like I've skipped out on that self-given responsibility. So. Yeah. Writing is my life. XD
Hmm. Other news... I've started reading the Guardians of Ga'Hoole series (in anticipation of being exposed to the movie by one of my younger cousins.) I've only breezed through the first book so far, but I liked its high fantasy adventure-y qualities very much. I could take or leave the omniscient narration, and I really didn't care about the random owl science stuff--for me it got in the way of the actual story--but I know there's plenty of younger readers who would eat that up with a spoon. (Case in point: there's sixteen books written so far and a movie. If it didn't sell, it wouldn't exist.) Of course, that means I've added that many more books to the pile of books I'm trying to get read. (I've already got four books that I'm in the middle of reading, and about a dozen others in line beyond that.) I should go order the next book or two of the owls, though, because they're quickies--only about an hour to read one.
~ciao
That being said, I also would like to complain about how getting food poisoned has cut into the time I'd planned on devoting to wrapping up part three. Food poisoning blows. I lost two days--forty-eight hours--of my life to being sick. I expect it's going to take at least that long again to fully recover from it. I am still very tired and very dehydrated, but I can now actually focus on things without having to sprint for the bathroom every five minutes.
I'm anticipating being out of state one of these upcoming weeks, so I'm trying to get things written/updated before then. I hate to feel like I've run off somewhere before getting things done around the house, as it were. I would feel like the chapters would be hanging over my head the entire time I was gone, and then I'd feel rushed to get them done as soon as I'd come back. Does that make sense? True, I write fic for fun, and fandom is fun too. But! Writing is serious business for me. (Sometimes it feels like I have to take my writing seriously because no one else around me does. XD) I devote a significant portion of my life to it, and I don't want to feel like I've skipped out on that self-given responsibility. So. Yeah. Writing is my life. XD
Hmm. Other news... I've started reading the Guardians of Ga'Hoole series (in anticipation of being exposed to the movie by one of my younger cousins.) I've only breezed through the first book so far, but I liked its high fantasy adventure-y qualities very much. I could take or leave the omniscient narration, and I really didn't care about the random owl science stuff--for me it got in the way of the actual story--but I know there's plenty of younger readers who would eat that up with a spoon. (Case in point: there's sixteen books written so far and a movie. If it didn't sell, it wouldn't exist.) Of course, that means I've added that many more books to the pile of books I'm trying to get read. (I've already got four books that I'm in the middle of reading, and about a dozen others in line beyond that.) I should go order the next book or two of the owls, though, because they're quickies--only about an hour to read one.
~ciao