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I have survived my recent real life medical drama. :)
I'm doing better than I'd expected, really, and accordingly I'm further along in the second half of The Broad-Ford Crow than I'd anticipated being at this point. (Which is all to the good, I say! ^_^) I'm building up to the climax of the story: there's a bit of daring-do to be done before it comes to a head, but I (mostly) know what's going to happen. But...I think I'm dragging my feet a little, because I'm kind of worried that, compared to the first part of the story, I've strayed a bit too far, style-wise.
There are certain things that make classic fairy tales read like fairy tales, you know? And I think I put in more of that in the first half than in the second, and now I'm wondering if the changeover will be too jarring. I don't know. I was going to say that one of the major differences between part one and part two is that part two has dialogue. But then I realized that part one also had dialogue, but just not as much as part two has. So...maybe they're not as dissimilar as I fear?
I don't know how much longer it'll take me to finish. Not too much longer, I hope. Like I said, things are mostly ironed out. I just have to keep my head down and type, type, type.
Tangential thought about creative methods: In this age of ridiculously high technology, I wonder...why is it that I'm still drafting bits and pieces of stories long-hand? For every (finished) story I write, I end up with a fistful of scraps of paper that I've scribbled on furiously, trying to pin down scenes or plot or elusive bits of dialogue. And I realize even as I'm doing that scribbling, that it would be easier for my fingers to catch up with my brain and not lose any thought if I were typing instead of using a pen and paper. (I've done the whole weeping and gnashing of teeth thing because I've been too slow to capture all those ideas and nuances. And really, ninety percent of the time, I'm within thirty feet of a computer that's just waiting for me to sit down and type.)
So why do I keep doing it that way? *sigh* Sometimes I feel like a dinosaur. Are there other dinosaurs out there, with one hand in the digital world and another with a death-grip on a favorite notebook and writing implement? I shudder to think of the day when someone somewhere decides that it's time to stop manufacturing paper and pencils and pens because everybody--can you feel the sarcasm there?--has all the technologies that would render long-hand methods obsolete.
Anyway. Off I go to write some more!
~later
I'm doing better than I'd expected, really, and accordingly I'm further along in the second half of The Broad-Ford Crow than I'd anticipated being at this point. (Which is all to the good, I say! ^_^) I'm building up to the climax of the story: there's a bit of daring-do to be done before it comes to a head, but I (mostly) know what's going to happen. But...I think I'm dragging my feet a little, because I'm kind of worried that, compared to the first part of the story, I've strayed a bit too far, style-wise.
There are certain things that make classic fairy tales read like fairy tales, you know? And I think I put in more of that in the first half than in the second, and now I'm wondering if the changeover will be too jarring. I don't know. I was going to say that one of the major differences between part one and part two is that part two has dialogue. But then I realized that part one also had dialogue, but just not as much as part two has. So...maybe they're not as dissimilar as I fear?
I don't know how much longer it'll take me to finish. Not too much longer, I hope. Like I said, things are mostly ironed out. I just have to keep my head down and type, type, type.
Tangential thought about creative methods: In this age of ridiculously high technology, I wonder...why is it that I'm still drafting bits and pieces of stories long-hand? For every (finished) story I write, I end up with a fistful of scraps of paper that I've scribbled on furiously, trying to pin down scenes or plot or elusive bits of dialogue. And I realize even as I'm doing that scribbling, that it would be easier for my fingers to catch up with my brain and not lose any thought if I were typing instead of using a pen and paper. (I've done the whole weeping and gnashing of teeth thing because I've been too slow to capture all those ideas and nuances. And really, ninety percent of the time, I'm within thirty feet of a computer that's just waiting for me to sit down and type.)
So why do I keep doing it that way? *sigh* Sometimes I feel like a dinosaur. Are there other dinosaurs out there, with one hand in the digital world and another with a death-grip on a favorite notebook and writing implement? I shudder to think of the day when someone somewhere decides that it's time to stop manufacturing paper and pencils and pens because everybody--can you feel the sarcasm there?--has all the technologies that would render long-hand methods obsolete.
Anyway. Off I go to write some more!
~later
