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Feb. 19th, 2004 12:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolThere is still a small army of builders on my roof.
*swears inanely* Buggar off! I distrust people who not only clambour up scaffolding and bounce up and down, but then promptly start whistling too. Why did they pick today to start hitting stuff on my ceiling?
After swearing a lot and turning the radio up as loud as it would go (see how YOU like it!) I went and got a shower. I felt much saner after that, but it was still ten o clock. This might sound like a good thing, but I was really awake last night. I spent far too long writing last night. The thing is, I have this silly littke story. Well, that's what it started off as. OFC, Legomance, the whole bundle. It took me a year to finish the first one, 400 handwritten pages. And I thought that was it. Admittingly, the whole first part changed with re-writes on the computer, when I entertained the idea of putting it up on the web. I decided not to, in the end. The only way I could get this finished was if I dedicated all my computer time to getting it typed up, then corrected, then re-corrected with newer ideas, and so on. The damn thing is novel length. It's a good thing, I suppose, but it makes it an impossible task that I don't think I have the patience to finish. I finished it by hand, which made me happy, and that was it. I've been writing a vague sequel to it, and this time purely for my own entertainment. I rather like sketching out history for my characters, and sometimes even rough sketches of the characters. I can't draw worth a damn, but it's fun at any rate.
Recently, though, the plot bunnies have begun to start biting me again for a new story. Continuing with the same characters yes, but a different timeset entirely. I kept on trying to suppress the bunnies, and that's always the worst way to get them breeding. And now I'm stuck writing it at every spare minute, and developing new characters and the new plotline, and I can hear the voices of the characters having fully-formed conversations. And, of course, the inevitable child. Well, Leggy and OFC are married now according to Elvish custom. That's one thing I'm proud of. This OFC may never see daylight, but she's not a Mary-Sue. She doesn't rape canon (I hope) and keeps with What Tolkien Wrote. She has flaws. She's crap at languages, for a start, tends to draw a conclusion to quickly, and it's beautiful in any conventional sense.
Hell, I quite like her. I suppose I'm going to have to, if I'm going to spend another year writing this thing. Gah.
Anyway. I'm going off an tangents far too much at the moment. So, I was up late writing this, and I eventually wandered to bed. Then I had builders jumping about 9am. Blaaaaargh. They're not even halfway there, either! HOW? It's a small roof, there's five of them! They keep on stealing my teabags, which I think is the worst crime!
I know that the roof needs doing, I really do, but... I wish they would have turned up next week. Because then I would leave the house before they turned up, and I'd be home after they'd left. Oh well.
With nothing better to do this morning, I was domestic. It doesn't normally happen, but I didn't want to eat quite yet (old habits die hard) and I had nothing better to do. Cleaning was done, cups were put in the dishwasher, and all felt tidy for at least twenty seconds until the dog ran through with muddy paws. *muffled scream*
And now I should go and do that history homework. I really and utterly cannot be bothered though. Yawn. Personal Rule. Can we not get onto the interesting stuff? Like, say, war! Battle! Scottish uprisings! King versus Parliament! Brother versus Brother! Swords! Guns! Cannons! The history of these fields, those (near) where I live, fields of blood and anguish! Behind me is Devils Wall, so-called due to a skirmish between the roundheads and the cavaliers in which the roundheads cheated and scared them off! That kind of stuff is fascinating, why do people find history boring?
Maybe I should look back into that teaching career. Presuming I can find kids who don't speak unless spoken to, that is.
Liz is coming tonight. I should probably go and find spare bedding...
~Hathy_Col~
*swears inanely* Buggar off! I distrust people who not only clambour up scaffolding and bounce up and down, but then promptly start whistling too. Why did they pick today to start hitting stuff on my ceiling?
After swearing a lot and turning the radio up as loud as it would go (see how YOU like it!) I went and got a shower. I felt much saner after that, but it was still ten o clock. This might sound like a good thing, but I was really awake last night. I spent far too long writing last night. The thing is, I have this silly littke story. Well, that's what it started off as. OFC, Legomance, the whole bundle. It took me a year to finish the first one, 400 handwritten pages. And I thought that was it. Admittingly, the whole first part changed with re-writes on the computer, when I entertained the idea of putting it up on the web. I decided not to, in the end. The only way I could get this finished was if I dedicated all my computer time to getting it typed up, then corrected, then re-corrected with newer ideas, and so on. The damn thing is novel length. It's a good thing, I suppose, but it makes it an impossible task that I don't think I have the patience to finish. I finished it by hand, which made me happy, and that was it. I've been writing a vague sequel to it, and this time purely for my own entertainment. I rather like sketching out history for my characters, and sometimes even rough sketches of the characters. I can't draw worth a damn, but it's fun at any rate.
Recently, though, the plot bunnies have begun to start biting me again for a new story. Continuing with the same characters yes, but a different timeset entirely. I kept on trying to suppress the bunnies, and that's always the worst way to get them breeding. And now I'm stuck writing it at every spare minute, and developing new characters and the new plotline, and I can hear the voices of the characters having fully-formed conversations. And, of course, the inevitable child. Well, Leggy and OFC are married now according to Elvish custom. That's one thing I'm proud of. This OFC may never see daylight, but she's not a Mary-Sue. She doesn't rape canon (I hope) and keeps with What Tolkien Wrote. She has flaws. She's crap at languages, for a start, tends to draw a conclusion to quickly, and it's beautiful in any conventional sense.
Hell, I quite like her. I suppose I'm going to have to, if I'm going to spend another year writing this thing. Gah.
Anyway. I'm going off an tangents far too much at the moment. So, I was up late writing this, and I eventually wandered to bed. Then I had builders jumping about 9am. Blaaaaargh. They're not even halfway there, either! HOW? It's a small roof, there's five of them! They keep on stealing my teabags, which I think is the worst crime!
I know that the roof needs doing, I really do, but... I wish they would have turned up next week. Because then I would leave the house before they turned up, and I'd be home after they'd left. Oh well.
With nothing better to do this morning, I was domestic. It doesn't normally happen, but I didn't want to eat quite yet (old habits die hard) and I had nothing better to do. Cleaning was done, cups were put in the dishwasher, and all felt tidy for at least twenty seconds until the dog ran through with muddy paws. *muffled scream*
And now I should go and do that history homework. I really and utterly cannot be bothered though. Yawn. Personal Rule. Can we not get onto the interesting stuff? Like, say, war! Battle! Scottish uprisings! King versus Parliament! Brother versus Brother! Swords! Guns! Cannons! The history of these fields, those (near) where I live, fields of blood and anguish! Behind me is Devils Wall, so-called due to a skirmish between the roundheads and the cavaliers in which the roundheads cheated and scared them off! That kind of stuff is fascinating, why do people find history boring?
Maybe I should look back into that teaching career. Presuming I can find kids who don't speak unless spoken to, that is.
Liz is coming tonight. I should probably go and find spare bedding...
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2004-02-19 09:01 am (UTC)I really hope you post it. Sounds like it would be a good read.
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Date: 2004-02-20 11:28 am (UTC)Maybe I'll post it. When I finish it. In about... a year. *quivers*