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tsukinofaerii) wrote2010-11-09 10:06 pm
tsukinofaerii) wrote2010-11-09 10:06 pm
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Nano: Day Vodka
Faerii is buzzed!
You see, I did not sleep well for the past few nights. :( And the result was that I was falling over today. So I made a deal with myself. I would reach a maximum word count, and my reward would be alcohol, which will lead to sleep. Seriously, if this doesn't work, I'll have to get some Wal*Mart brand sleep drugs, and I really hate taking meds. Like whoa. I don't even like aspirin. Yes, okay, alcohol is bad, but at least I know those side effects.
One of those side effects is making Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes even more amazing. I lol'd, screamed and yelled at the screen much more than it was worth, truly. Kind of loving Hank. "I'm mapping an insect genome. What could be better? :D" It's so nice to see a Hank that I like!
Aaaaaaanyway, writing today was hard. Very, ridiculously, painfully hard. Sleepy Faeriis do not do well with words. Sadpanda. I ended up trashing around 800 words. They were very, very Bad Words. :( Also, I really hate writing certain PoVs. They are either hard or the character makes me wish to drop anvils on them. I would say that I was uninspired except, TBH, one of the things NaNo is working on teaching me is that there really is no such thing. You just sort of sit down and do it, even though it sucks and you end up scribbling it out. Inspiration, to me, is that point where you've thought about it so much that you know what you have to do. So it seems easy, because you're just transferring the idea. It's once you get past that idea that things get sticky, because then you start making it up as you go in a lot of ways. The grand art of Bullshit. (hands wave) Anyway, today was a bullshitty sort of day, and I am incredibly grateful to my cheerleaders (valtyr, devious_lint & jazzypom) who listened to me whine. Special ♥ to cursor_mundi, who is RIGHT AT THIS MOMENT, discussing Tony and a possible TechnoCock with me. Because Tony Stark needs a penis that detaches, vibrates and glows.
Word count today was 27,077, which is actually over my max of 27k, but what was I going to do? I wrote 2,004 words. Only passed one limit, but that was the point today.
You see, I did not sleep well for the past few nights. :( And the result was that I was falling over today. So I made a deal with myself. I would reach a maximum word count, and my reward would be alcohol, which will lead to sleep. Seriously, if this doesn't work, I'll have to get some Wal*Mart brand sleep drugs, and I really hate taking meds. Like whoa. I don't even like aspirin. Yes, okay, alcohol is bad, but at least I know those side effects.
One of those side effects is making Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes even more amazing. I lol'd, screamed and yelled at the screen much more than it was worth, truly. Kind of loving Hank. "I'm mapping an insect genome. What could be better? :D" It's so nice to see a Hank that I like!
Aaaaaaanyway, writing today was hard. Very, ridiculously, painfully hard. Sleepy Faeriis do not do well with words. Sadpanda. I ended up trashing around 800 words. They were very, very Bad Words. :( Also, I really hate writing certain PoVs. They are either hard or the character makes me wish to drop anvils on them. I would say that I was uninspired except, TBH, one of the things NaNo is working on teaching me is that there really is no such thing. You just sort of sit down and do it, even though it sucks and you end up scribbling it out. Inspiration, to me, is that point where you've thought about it so much that you know what you have to do. So it seems easy, because you're just transferring the idea. It's once you get past that idea that things get sticky, because then you start making it up as you go in a lot of ways. The grand art of Bullshit. (hands wave) Anyway, today was a bullshitty sort of day, and I am incredibly grateful to my cheerleaders (
valtyr, devious_lint & jazzypom) who listened to me whine. Special ♥ to cursor_mundi, who is RIGHT AT THIS MOMENT, discussing Tony and a possible TechnoCock with me. Because Tony Stark needs a penis that detaches, vibrates and glows. Word count today was 27,077, which is actually over my max of 27k, but what was I going to do? I wrote 2,004 words. Only passed one limit, but that was the point today.
Pym refreshed his coffee at the machine on the landing before letting himself into the lab. And he has the codes too, Pepper noticed, frowning as he settled himself into Tony's chair. "What are you doing?"
He jumped, almost knocking over his coffee mug. Panting, Pym swiveled around in his chair, glaring at her. She matched him, glare for glare, until he sunk down in his chair and turned back to the computer. "I'm analyzing a virus," he explained, in the grudging tones that she recognized from some of Tony's R&D people. Do not ask, that voice said. Your puny mind could not comprehend the depths of my genius.
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I'm not saying I can't work without inspiration - it's entirely possible to just grind on through - but gosh, I believe in inspiration and I wish I could do it more.
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To me, it's more of a cruel trick my mind plays. Things seem to click, and that's when it's easiest to sit down and push it out, because I've thought it out so thoroughly that the slogging is already done. When I sit down to write something I'm "inspired" to, I all but have the sentences pre-planned. And it seems like it's some sort of magical thing, but really it's just displacing the work. I did it all early, instead of while sitting at the keyboard. (Usually at a red light. IDK why sitting in traffic makes me think of writing.)
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Inspiration is when the brain doesn't show its working-out; it just presents you with the answer. And for fic, sometimes, I just sit down and it all unrolls beautifully with no prior thought. Like, oh, my fairytale Steve/Tony - I had the idea for Rapunzel-Tony around lunchtime, and posted it before midnight, and that was over four thousand words and I'm still pleased with it as a story. (I love those times, although they feel almost like cheating.)
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in the last 2 cases I kind of have to poke at it and poke at it until the chips fall in a way that unlock it.
not from Tony? Or is he more the kind that assume you'll understand even though he lost you at the third word?
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not from Tony? Or is he more the kind that assume you'll understand even though he lost you at the third word?
Tony loves his work, and tends to grossly underestimate people, especially when he cares about them. It's easy for him, so of course they'll get it too. He generally knows better, once he stops to think about it, but his enthusiasm gets the better of him.
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That what I thought. Funiest thing is I know people like that. (I might do it too when it comes to my linguistic degree) It's easy or obvious for them so it doesn't cross their mind that you won't get it.
If you can write convinsing (or convinsing sounding) technobabble it makes for good comic relief.
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This is what a dissertation is made of, as far as I can see. *nod* I can't agree with you wholly re: inspiration, though, because...
Because Tony Stark needs a penis that detaches, vibrates and glows.
This, right here? *This* is what inspiration looks like.
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... Okay, I started with Laser Boobs. And then... (scrolls)
... Damnit, you win.
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