1. I'm WRITING. I got about... 50K to write in the next 8 days in order to make the big bang deadline. XD BUT I WROTE 30K IN FOUR DAYS SO MAYBE I CAN DO IT????
2. Well, I'm checking in before I really start writing, so my goal today is to write... 7K. It's already afternoon so I'm not sure that I'll make it. :/
3. I'm actually fairly confident with the characterizations and the action parts of the plot. NOT so confident about my ability to tie up all of the lose ends.
4. My friends inspire me to write. They're so encouraging! And writing sprints with lj user wolfish_willow help IMMENSELY. It helps me get the chapters cranked out. I really honestly think I wouldn't be THIS close to done with her/the sprints. Uhm, I write best with the TV off in my rocking chair. I listen to music on pandora.com, a lot of Three Days Grace and Blue October here at the end to keep me pumped and because it's a little more action-y. But Dido, Jason Mraz, Jack Johnson, Adele, The Killers, Muse, Franz Ferdinand, etc, for other parts of the fic. I carry my notebook EVERYWHERE lately and I'm constantly jotting down scenes/idea/dialogue. :)
Snippet: (from chapter 7, which I finished last night)
On Monday morning he’s sick to his stomach and hovers over the toilet for about an hour, with Jensen hovering over him—until Jared snaps at him for some space, that is, and then Jensen hovers at the doorway which is better because Jared had immediately regretted snapping and didn’t want Jensen to leave at all.
It’s on his way out of the bathroom that the hallucination happens. Of course he doesn’t know that it’s a hallucination at first. Everything tilts, his head is cotton and his eyes are heavy. He’s just walking out of the bathroom and the world kind of sways—shifts, maybe—and then some of those vividly dull pictures behind the waking part of his brain is suddenly there.
Suddenly Jared’s ankle deep in cold water, it sounds like he’s in a tunnel, everything’s distorted.
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Date: Friday, April 22nd, 2011 17:59 (UTC)2. Well, I'm checking in before I really start writing, so my goal today is to write... 7K. It's already afternoon so I'm not sure that I'll make it. :/
3. I'm actually fairly confident with the characterizations and the action parts of the plot. NOT so confident about my ability to tie up all of the lose ends.
4. My friends inspire me to write. They're so encouraging! And writing sprints with lj user wolfish_willow help IMMENSELY. It helps me get the chapters cranked out. I really honestly think I wouldn't be THIS close to done with her/the sprints. Uhm, I write best with the TV off in my rocking chair. I listen to music on pandora.com, a lot of Three Days Grace and Blue October here at the end to keep me pumped and because it's a little more action-y. But Dido, Jason Mraz, Jack Johnson, Adele, The Killers, Muse, Franz Ferdinand, etc, for other parts of the fic. I carry my notebook EVERYWHERE lately and I'm constantly jotting down scenes/idea/dialogue. :)
Snippet: (from chapter 7, which I finished last night)
On Monday morning he’s sick to his stomach and hovers over the toilet for about an hour, with Jensen hovering over him—until Jared snaps at him for some space, that is, and then Jensen hovers at the doorway which is better because Jared had immediately regretted snapping and didn’t want Jensen to leave at all.
It’s on his way out of the bathroom that the hallucination happens. Of course he doesn’t know that it’s a hallucination at first. Everything tilts, his head is cotton and his eyes are heavy. He’s just walking out of the bathroom and the world kind of sways—shifts, maybe—and then some of those vividly dull pictures behind the waking part of his brain is suddenly there.
Suddenly Jared’s ankle deep in cold water, it sounds like he’s in a tunnel, everything’s distorted.