argh writing
Feb. 25th, 2012 09:03 pmNBB = 8,000 words at the moment. I hate war stories. They require me to pretend I can do military strategy. And okay, I have taken classes on military history and sometimes I read that sort of thing for fun (you cannot convince me that battle diagrams are anything other than cool), but that is not how my mind naturally works.
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Dammit, I should probably be mentioning weather and terrain and stuff, beyond just "it's summer, it's hot, it's dusty, and the target city is on a river." *makes note to add scenery in the second draft*
(P.S. Dinner party went well, breakfast w/ Susan went well, drive back up to Ithaca went well despite intermittent snow squalls and constant battering by high winds. So yay.
Now back to writing.)
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ETA: I sent in a draft that cracked 10,000 words, though four scenes in the middle existed only as one-paragraph outlines. I have started fleshing the first of those out, with the result that the story is now up to 11,400 words... and I am not even halfway through the scene in question, let alone the other three. *headdesk* This story is easily going to crack 15,000 by the time I'm done.
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You know what would be kind of horribly ironic? If this story hit 20,000 words after all, especially since I started writing it as the one I thought would only maybe be 11,000, tops.
I cannot estimate projected word counts worth beans. This is not news, but I feel it bears repeating.
Tangentially, I would like to announce that I finally got a female character on-page in a speaking role! She's an unnamed OC who is almost completely incidental to the plot -- aside from doing an ominous foreshadowing thing -- but this story has been and will continue to be so relentlessly male-centric that I feel like celebrating a little every time I get a female character on-page. (And no, Ilgamuth's horses don't count.)
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Dammit, I should probably be mentioning weather and terrain and stuff, beyond just "it's summer, it's hot, it's dusty, and the target city is on a river." *makes note to add scenery in the second draft*
(P.S. Dinner party went well, breakfast w/ Susan went well, drive back up to Ithaca went well despite intermittent snow squalls and constant battering by high winds. So yay.
Now back to writing.)
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ETA: I sent in a draft that cracked 10,000 words, though four scenes in the middle existed only as one-paragraph outlines. I have started fleshing the first of those out, with the result that the story is now up to 11,400 words... and I am not even halfway through the scene in question, let alone the other three. *headdesk* This story is easily going to crack 15,000 by the time I'm done.
...
You know what would be kind of horribly ironic? If this story hit 20,000 words after all, especially since I started writing it as the one I thought would only maybe be 11,000, tops.
I cannot estimate projected word counts worth beans. This is not news, but I feel it bears repeating.
Tangentially, I would like to announce that I finally got a female character on-page in a speaking role! She's an unnamed OC who is almost completely incidental to the plot -- aside from doing an ominous foreshadowing thing -- but this story has been and will continue to be so relentlessly male-centric that I feel like celebrating a little every time I get a female character on-page. (And no, Ilgamuth's horses don't count.)