Today has been a strange day. Physically, I haven't felt very well, but mentally, I've been kind of up today.
This weekend is the Remix reveal and I am SO PSYCHED. I've talked extensively before about how much I love Remix and the reveal day is a lot like Christmas. I mean, yes, the stories are not gifts in the traditional ficathon sense, but it
does feel like a gift just to see what someone else would do with something I wrote. And I love seeing the reaction to the story I wrote. I think it's kind of a shame that people are generally so unwilling to comment on stories when they're anonymous and I don't totally understand the rationale behind it, but I know that's the custom of the county and I'm excited anyway. So we shall see.
I'm also having a lot of fun working on East of the Sun, West Hollywood. Right now, it's very vivid in my mind, though I worry about the part where my vision peters out. It's a kind of story that I've never written before and I have some doubt about whether I can make it work. On the other hand, I feel like I need to give myself the leeway to try and fail here; this is the journal for me to
try different things with writing and I'm excited about that, even if the story itself ends up falling flat. I'm not fond of WIPs in the sense that I don't like feeling like I'm going to somehow disappoint my audience, either because I get stuck and can't finish or because, as it's written on the fly, the story ends up sucking. On the other hand, I feel like I can't let myself get bogged down in that too much or I'll never give myself the leeway to try new stuff and that's no good for me, creatively.
Original novel thing (ONT). It's not very long yet at just over 4,000 words, but I'm satisfied with it so far. It's kind a difficult write because it revolves around two characters that have known each other for a long time and, along with building the romance, I have to create the kind of careless familiarity of long time friends. Fortunately, I think writing LOTS AND LOTS of Sam and Dean has been good practice for that. Of course, I also have a lot more personal experience with a sibling (PLATONIC, people) relationship than with BFFs who fall in love. I've pretty much always dated outside my social circle which, although it gave me the benefit of being able to x the exes out of my life when it fizzled, doesn't give me much fodder for long term friends with benefits. I'm having problems writing sex scenes right now. I'm just not FEELING it, which is kind of problematic, since the very second scene of ONT is a sex scene. It's also problematic for East of the Sun, West Hollywood, because I need to write one of those there, too. *sighs*
The real boost of the day, though, was in updating the website
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mona1347 and I share. The website tracks word count and the current word count is almost 900,000 words. Not all of it's mine, obviously, but most of it is. And pretty much all of it has been written in the last three years. So then I started thinking about it. In 2006, I wrote more than fifty thousand words of my original novel Sanguine for Nano. I've written a fair amount of other original stuff that isn't finished, hasn't been posted anywhere. I've got a whole bunch of fanfic that is in various states of completion. So I think it's perfectly within the realm of reason that I may have written as much as ONE MILLION WORDS in the past three years. ONE MILLION WORDS. Say that in the Dr. Evil voice, it sounds even better. That's like...ten novels worth of writing. In three years. And for one of those years, I had cancer. Dude. DOOD. How awesome is that?
Of course, I immediately emailed The Roommate to share in my glee. His response: "And you always complain you don't write enough."
Um...yeah?
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