I've forgotten about this thread :P Spending the day writing, but not doing very much (I blame Obernet :P). At least I've thought about how my novel will progress. I've also just realised I've written about 10000 words and it has only been 3 days in my story :P I guess i'll turn out how it turns out.
Don't get hung up about plot. I write thousands of words about single events :).
Plot is evil! Better to just keep doing what you're doing: writting along, and have events unfold as they come. Once you start trying to make it go somewhere, all your characters will rebel against you :nods: (I have recently discovered plot in my story, and these are the problems I face).
omg I know Ama- my character start writing themselves doing things I never intended for them to do!
My characters seem to want to keep being awkward - which is fine by me, but not exactly what I'd planned, and Harloe is still annoyed at Carling! I was hoping they would be friends again by now! They just don't seem to listen:P
Characters never do. It's our job to listen to them, not the other way around :nods:
I'm inclined to Darga's suggestion but I do need them. Damn it!
Just keep Matthew. And he needs a girlfriend so Carling will have to stay. Killing animals is not nice, either so leave Harloe alone. The rest... Off with their heads! Out with their livers!
Can you imagine how annoyed Harloe will get when he realises the only people/wolves in the story are Carling and Matthew and that Matthew and Carling are together? He will probably go eat them both! So we've narrowed our characters down to one. And that 'one' happens to be the main offender when it comes to changing the story on the writer :P
I reached my goal of 10000 words before the end of July (I actually reached it yesterday, but hey)! Yay!
Yay!! [act]Throws pickled livers in celebration. They splat on the ceiling. Wetly.[/act]
Good effort, Vestie.
[act]uses anti-gravity gloves to climb up the wall to scrape livers off the ceiling and into her jar. Notices Darga[/act]
Oh, thankyou ;D
It's been a while since I've been here...
Well, anyway, OberNoWrSu is here and I plan to write. Well, starting on Wednesday.
This summer, I'm planning to write 20k as my first draft for the 2014 Somerset National Novella Competition :D So far I have no ideas at all, but I'm sure I will think of something by Wednesday... maybe.
Start brainstorming [act]flails[/act]
Awwww, baby alpaca!! How old is she, Vestie?
11 years ago
Sat Dec 01 2012, 07:38pm
About a month? Something like that, anyway. She is a cutey :D
And I now know what I'll be writing about for OberNoWriSu! When I fist began writing this years novella, I scrapped my first idea because I'd thought up the Herb one. If I revise my original idea, I'm sure I can make it work :D
What was your original idea, Vestie?
Yay, original idea! Ideas are good!
(And don't forget about Matthew and Carling... They still need to hug!)
Indeed, I was promised hugs and they haven't been delievered yet. [act]narrows eyes[/act]
I think I posted something in my Prodders thread about a girl (Brenna) all by herself in a bathroom? It kind of sounds weird/stupid when I say it like that (it probably is :P ), but it was something like that.
And yes, Matthew and Carling will hug... eventually. And you guys claim that you aren't a romantics :P
We aren't. Pfft. We just appreciate the natural order of the world. The sun will rise in. The dog has fleas. Matthew and Carling must hug. [act]shrug[/act]
Re idea: is that the one about the girl looking in the mirror, with the people in white coats? Or was that a short story (should really go to Prodders and check, but you know; lazy :P)
We're not. Hugs are not necessarily romantic. Lots of characters hug in my book but none of them are romantically involved. [act]nods assuringly[/act] :nods:
11 years ago
Sun Dec 02 2012, 09:02pm
That one was a short story, Darga.I'll post the snippet here to give you the idea (and any other people who haven't seen my Prodders).
And, whatever :P Shonk and Darga and romantics just as Mr Alpaca is an alpaca.
This snippet doesn't count towards OberNoWriSu 'cause I wrote it ages ago. And no, "Nameless_Character" will get a name.
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The soap slipped through my fingers and thudded as it hit the stone floor. The noise echoed around the giant room as I stooped to retrieve it. It was hard to imagine what this room would be like when it was full. I just couldn’t picture the dozens of bodies that would soon fill the space. I could hear impatient feet shuffling outside the heavy oak door as I ran my hands through my long hair in the attempt to untangle it. They wanted me to hurry up and get out. Well, I wasn’t done yet. I slowly slipped the bar of soap up and down my arm before dunking my cloth into the bucket of lukewarm water to rinse off the suds. That bucket had been steaming when I had arrived at the washroom. The noises outside were getting louder and I was beginning to hear the occasional insult directed at me. I was almost done anyway. Just to annoy everyone a little bit more, I sat down on the hard floor and waited an extra few minutes before I meandered towards the door, leaving a trail of wet footprints in my wake. I wrapped my discoloured towel tightly around my body before pushing at the door. It scraped slowly open and revealed about forty irritated faces.
“Took your time, you did,†one accused. He hit me playfully over the head to express his exasperation, sprawling my still wet hair over one eye. I grinned up at him as I push the black strands back. He glared at me with mock disgust before cracking into a smile.
“I take no longer than you guys do,†I said, already knowing the answer I’d receive.
“No, you don’t, but there are forty-three of us,†Matt informed me. Already bored of this conversation, most of the men had begun to file into the washroom. Soon, only three were left outside. Tom thumped me hard on the back, almost making me cough up part of my dinner.
“I swear you spend more time in the washroom than any lady of noble blood,†he jibed. Nameless_Character looked longingly towards the still open door to the washroom.
“Could we move this along? I really feel like washing in hot water today,†Nameless_Character muttered. He clearly wasn’t in a good mood.
“Yes boys, move it along.†I clapped my hands in mock authority trying to hold onto the easy humour we had held before Nameless_Character had interrupted. Tom winked as he strolled into the washroom, calling something out to the rest of the men. His announcement was met with sarcasm and insults, as usual. Nameless_Character then walked away, already unbuttoning his shirt.
“What’s up with him?†Matt muttered as he began to strip off his own shirt. I turned away to avoid the embarrassment of having to look him in the face while he lacked a shirt. I heard a snort of supressed laughter.
“God, Brenna.†The next thing I heard was Matt’s footsteps wandering away, followed by the sound of the closing door. Putting my palm against my cheek, I could feel I was burning. It really was a God Brenna kind of moment. I hurried back to my room to escape any further embarrassment with myself.
Humming a quiet song, I braided my hair up around my ears. It was soft from being washed and completely knot free from the vicious brushing, or more, the hacking, it had received. Unfortunately for me, combing my hair was one of my more favourable chores. My next chore was o clean my weapons. Easier said than done. The blood wiped off my knives and sickle easily enough, but working the blood out of the leather of my whip was near impossible. Knowing I would regret it when the morning came, I decided to ditch the whip for some socialising. Making sure my shirt was fully buttoned, I left for Nameless_Character’s room.
“Long time no see, Miss I’m-too-Awkward-to-see-my-Friends-with-no-Shirt,†Matt teased. I responded by lobbing a shoe at him. Unfortunately, he managed to duck in time. I slumped down on the floor next to Tom, who was cleaning his dagger. The day had been a hunting day. Nameless_Character sat in the corner, staring out the filthy window. I threw the other shoe at him. He didn’t duck. Slowly, he turned to glare at me. I hid behind one of Tom’s broad shoulders.
“Please don’t hurt me,†I squeaked. Nameless_Character ignored me.
“What’s wrong?†Matt nudged him between the shoulder blades. Nameless_Character sighed and turned to face us. His blonde hair was ruffled and still slightly damp from washing.
“The Temple has the inspection,†he stated. Tom, Matt and I exchanged glances. We already knew that. “I just get worried about it, that’s all. If Brenna was caught, not only is she as good as dead, but Master Blazah as well and the Temple Guardian.â€
“I’ve never been caught before,†I said. I was secretly nervous about the inspection, but I didn’t intend on displaying this weakness to my teammates. The room fell silent – not a common thing to happen with all four of us present at once. Usually there would at least be some form of stupid chatter or petty arguments and teasing, but now, nothing. I shifted uncomfortably.
“Just make sure this isn’t the first time, alright?†It was Tom this time. It wasn’t like him to display this kind of concern openly. He caught sight of my disbelieving expression.
“Grow up, Brenna. Of course we care about what happens at the inspection,†he muttered. I looked down at my knees. I heard someone shift position down onto the floor on my other side. Nameless_Character.
“You’re worried about it,†he told me.
11 years ago
Sun Dec 02 2012, 09:08pm
Oh yes! I do remember that one!!
Edit: Pfft @ Shonk. At least I admit that when people hug in my book, it's romantic (usually).