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Runaway Train
Aug. 25th, 2004 08:44 pm"Well this is what happens when you're pissed about being pissed
You dig yourself so deep, you resist just to resist."
--Chronic Future
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VOTE OR DIE
Runaway train, that's what my muse is on. And she's carrying me with her. Hopefully she knows what she's doing at the controls and there are no pennies on the tracks.
Ok, that was too metaphorical even for me. Sorry.
So yeah, that idear I had yesterday just keeps growing and growing, into something I don't even know what it is. Wolves and humans and wolf-humans and elves and people with interesting voices, an evil god and that's just the start. My muse is insane.
So I've spent most of my day writing, just to keep her quiet. And I'm still not sure where this is going. I only have the vaguest of plots in my mind. I should know better than to write without a plot firmly in my mind, because I've done it before, and it unfailingly ends with me abandoning the idea--which I hate, because this idea sounds pretty good.
The jist? Well, there are wolves and humans and they're at war, and trapped in the middle are Sentinels, who are humans who can transform into wolves (or are they wolves who can transform into human? Oooh, cryptic!). They're supposed to be the protectors of both races, not choosing sides but trying to establish peace. And yeah, that's not going too well. Somewhere in the midst of it all this angry Hell-god has woken up and unleashed some tasty little horrors on the world and there are these human triplets who hold some kind of key (that even I don't know about, and it'll bite me in the ass later, I know it) to defeating this god. And this poor Sentinel called Shadow has to protect them--let's hear it for my fetish with naming characters after nouns or--worse--verbs!! (*ahem, points to Rowan, Fell, Catcher, and now Shadow*). Man-o-monkey, I don't know if this is a good thing. I do like the idea (my muse thought it all up in one day, the psycho! jeeezus...) but I hate writing without a plot because it always, always, ALWAYS, ends up tanking.
*sigh*. Time will tell, I suppose.
Meantimes, I finally managed to get Ips' gift over to her, and yay, she liked it! Poor Ips, she has all this AP bio homework that she has to get done before school starts--in five days now. I have yet to call Aikido and yoga places because I've been busy writing. Oog. And Ben's Super Nintendo arrived--can we spell nostalgia, class? We're checking E-bay for Killer Instinct and Secret of Mana. Woot!
The muse is calling, curse her. For all you out there in cyberspace, if your muse ever does this to you, BE CAREFUL because you don't want to write without a plot--like I'm doing, idiot that I am.
Catch you on the flip side. Ha, I've always wanted to say that!! *cocks head--"yes mom, I'll take my medication."*
You dig yourself so deep, you resist just to resist."
--Chronic Future
------------------------------------------------
VOTE OR DIE
Runaway train, that's what my muse is on. And she's carrying me with her. Hopefully she knows what she's doing at the controls and there are no pennies on the tracks.
Ok, that was too metaphorical even for me. Sorry.
So yeah, that idear I had yesterday just keeps growing and growing, into something I don't even know what it is. Wolves and humans and wolf-humans and elves and people with interesting voices, an evil god and that's just the start. My muse is insane.
So I've spent most of my day writing, just to keep her quiet. And I'm still not sure where this is going. I only have the vaguest of plots in my mind. I should know better than to write without a plot firmly in my mind, because I've done it before, and it unfailingly ends with me abandoning the idea--which I hate, because this idea sounds pretty good.
The jist? Well, there are wolves and humans and they're at war, and trapped in the middle are Sentinels, who are humans who can transform into wolves (or are they wolves who can transform into human? Oooh, cryptic!). They're supposed to be the protectors of both races, not choosing sides but trying to establish peace. And yeah, that's not going too well. Somewhere in the midst of it all this angry Hell-god has woken up and unleashed some tasty little horrors on the world and there are these human triplets who hold some kind of key (that even I don't know about, and it'll bite me in the ass later, I know it) to defeating this god. And this poor Sentinel called Shadow has to protect them--let's hear it for my fetish with naming characters after nouns or--worse--verbs!! (*ahem, points to Rowan, Fell, Catcher, and now Shadow*). Man-o-monkey, I don't know if this is a good thing. I do like the idea (my muse thought it all up in one day, the psycho! jeeezus...) but I hate writing without a plot because it always, always, ALWAYS, ends up tanking.
*sigh*. Time will tell, I suppose.
Meantimes, I finally managed to get Ips' gift over to her, and yay, she liked it! Poor Ips, she has all this AP bio homework that she has to get done before school starts--in five days now. I have yet to call Aikido and yoga places because I've been busy writing. Oog. And Ben's Super Nintendo arrived--can we spell nostalgia, class? We're checking E-bay for Killer Instinct and Secret of Mana. Woot!
The muse is calling, curse her. For all you out there in cyberspace, if your muse ever does this to you, BE CAREFUL because you don't want to write without a plot--like I'm doing, idiot that I am.
Catch you on the flip side. Ha, I've always wanted to say that!! *cocks head--"yes mom, I'll take my medication."*
