So I've got about 6k done on my 0.2 novel for camp. And that's just including the chapter titles and outlines and the 1st draft half chapter I wrote last camp. WHY IS WRITING ORIGINAL SO FRIGGIN HARD?!?
If I get a plot bunny, I chase it for a day or two before it leaps into a hole which leaves me with an unfinished manuscript. I move on to the next, and the next. Then when I try to put my ideas into a coherent ... thing.... that people will understand, I find
I have to do outlines for every chapter, sometimes even for scenes that are essential to plot/character development. Which leaves me with WIP for the next 2-5 years because I sit and stare and think 90% of the time and write maybe a sentence, or a paragraph, or if I'm REALLY lucky, a page in a week.
Then there are those other times. When I get that urge, that inexplicable lure to revisit old friends and familiar settings. Where I sit my buttocks down, open a blank page and immerse into a new chapter with them, and resurface hours later with over 10k written, no sweat. And sometimes I take a breather for a few minutes (to cook and eat and feed people, to go on a toilet break, to make another cup of coffee) and get straight back into it without even trying. A writing mania, I 'spose you could say. I could go for weeks doing that. But this is only in an established world, with characters that I know well and have spent hours writing in the past.
Basically, I've thrown my coffee stained towel at my camp novel. I'd spit at it too if I didn't believe the story would be worth the effort but.... you know.
I've still got to revise My Palimpsest. It's a big job but so worth it. I've revised the first chapter more than a handful of times now, and am in my last draft for it. Which is TORMENT because I've decided not to replace the chapters online until I've revised the entire manuscript, so it can read as one coherent, consistent story and not the clusterf it is right now.
I hated it before, it really was one of my worst (it was meant to be a hot poker on all the flawed copies of copies out there), and I still believe all the praise it received was a joke. But with the revising, I'm growing to like it more and more. Maybe I can finally live up to my standard of 'this is how it should be done'?
Or maybe not. Either way, I'll take it offline at some point.
[end=rant/]
Know what's really irksome? When a sort of online, writerly acquaintance, while in the midst of pointing out any typos they find in your work, also goes out of their way to tell you the difference between the typo'd word, and the one you meant to use--because clearly, every typo you make is a reflection that you don't know the grammatical difference. Oh, no, it couldn't possibly be that I do in fact know the difference, and I just so happened to be tired/distracted/what-have-you when I made said typographical error. >.>
If she does it again (same person who tried telling me "coy" only means shy, when it in fact can and does work in terms of "evasive", too--yes, I'm holding a grudge. Every time I see a glimmer of hope with her, she turns around and ****es me off again), I'm going to be less than courteous in pointing out that she's not the only one with a grasp for the English language. >.>
Please please please, if this was me please tell me, I don't remember, I can't remember, but if it was me I'm so so sorry. :'(