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Thanks Old AG!
So I'm doing my best to keep new AG and old AG relatively in-line with each other. I know that's hard to believe.
Thus, when this new meeting with Tadhg came up, I looked up the one in the first draft to get some ideas, because I honestly wasn't sure where the conversation should go.
And in the first draft Tadhg is talking about wanting to give demis equal rights?!
Just... Bzuh? What? What?
Instead he's bitching about gay people. Again, what? Tadhg... I doubt he approves of homosexuals but he's not going to fucking bitch about them, so long as they're human and don't interfere with his plans. Or flirt with him, if they're male.
No, Tadhg hates demis. So what the hell was happening in that first draft?
It was silly. And made me have to think my way through this scene, which my brain really didn't want to do (I finally got an idea. It only took all night. Brain, what is your problem lately?)
So I'm writing and writing and then suddenly... I realized one of the things that has been bothering me about my prose. I think Shan's comments on my porn-fic (I almost kept this is as just "porn" and then went no, brain, no one else would realize I was just being really weirdly humorous) helped me realize that uh, I was sick of the dialogue because I wasn't recording Rose May's thoughts about the dialogue.
Herp a derp.
I mean I can't write as much as I did in the first draft without breaking up the flow -- and the fast dialogue flow is very important for some of these conversations, where the characters are not slowing down to think, or stutter, or wonder. But that doesn't mean I can't put in a little blip about Rose May's opinions.
Again, herp a derp.
Also I think the anxiety has latched onto writing. When I try to do it, I get anxious and think I suck. When I don't do it, I get anxious and think I suck. When I'm doing it (this is starting to sound hilarious to my immature, 1AM brain), I get anxious because I feel like I don't like it as much as I did.
Really not pleased with this. Perhaps it's a good thing that I've set writing as a Health Month goal next month. Hopefully it'll be more successful than the reading goal this month was (I kept it for next month. I will not fail!)
But yeah. Just random musings.
Oh and someone posted on my Twitter that I was "talkative tonight" and of course my first thought was "THIS IS WRONG AND NOT ME I MUST STOP TALKING". Ever get the feeling like people can't say anything to you without you twisting it into disapproval? Or is that just me.
It's probably me.
On to writing/LoL/sleep maybe.
Tschuess.
Thus, when this new meeting with Tadhg came up, I looked up the one in the first draft to get some ideas, because I honestly wasn't sure where the conversation should go.
And in the first draft Tadhg is talking about wanting to give demis equal rights?!
Just... Bzuh? What? What?
Instead he's bitching about gay people. Again, what? Tadhg... I doubt he approves of homosexuals but he's not going to fucking bitch about them, so long as they're human and don't interfere with his plans. Or flirt with him, if they're male.
No, Tadhg hates demis. So what the hell was happening in that first draft?
It was silly. And made me have to think my way through this scene, which my brain really didn't want to do (I finally got an idea. It only took all night. Brain, what is your problem lately?)
So I'm writing and writing and then suddenly... I realized one of the things that has been bothering me about my prose. I think Shan's comments on my porn-fic (I almost kept this is as just "porn" and then went no, brain, no one else would realize I was just being really weirdly humorous) helped me realize that uh, I was sick of the dialogue because I wasn't recording Rose May's thoughts about the dialogue.
Herp a derp.
I mean I can't write as much as I did in the first draft without breaking up the flow -- and the fast dialogue flow is very important for some of these conversations, where the characters are not slowing down to think, or stutter, or wonder. But that doesn't mean I can't put in a little blip about Rose May's opinions.
Again, herp a derp.
Also I think the anxiety has latched onto writing. When I try to do it, I get anxious and think I suck. When I don't do it, I get anxious and think I suck. When I'm doing it (this is starting to sound hilarious to my immature, 1AM brain), I get anxious because I feel like I don't like it as much as I did.
Really not pleased with this. Perhaps it's a good thing that I've set writing as a Health Month goal next month. Hopefully it'll be more successful than the reading goal this month was (I kept it for next month. I will not fail!)
But yeah. Just random musings.
Oh and someone posted on my Twitter that I was "talkative tonight" and of course my first thought was "THIS IS WRONG AND NOT ME I MUST STOP TALKING". Ever get the feeling like people can't say anything to you without you twisting it into disapproval? Or is that just me.
It's probably me.
On to writing/LoL/sleep maybe.
Tschuess.