Digital Eclipse

Naked Steve is slightly less naked now. This is a sad day for us all.

I think that tomorrow is it. I'm in the closing scenes where everything gets tied up, and they are short scenes. Maybe a couple thousand words total left. It feels good, and also slightly terrifying, because once this is done, I have to go back to the beginning and start with the butchery. Hank shall vanish from the annals of this fic. The entire opening plot will be replaced. (Alas, this means Tony shall not get to dip Steve. :( Sadness.) I have a horrible terror that I have written 80k, and shall turn around and immediately edit out 30k. If I don't, this will be my longest fic ever. Which is also sort of scary, because I don't want to sacrifice quality for length.

Writing today was hard to start, because like a genius billionaire industrialist playgirl I left off yesterday at a horribly wrenching moment, and did not want to pick up again. It hurt. D: Once I got past that, it flowed much more smoothly, but getting started... ouch. Avoidance techniques including gaming and working on an Ult Tony Fanmix.

Anyway, word counts. I'm at 83,394, so I wrote 3,126. Will probably end this baby around 85k, at this rate.
( Y'all have no idea how hard this was to pick )

First off, I post a fic to cap_ironman. Other people should do that too. Bring our comm to life!

(milks the giant cow)

Anyway, today was an odd day at work. Slow on the work end, but there was lots of socializing, so I didn't get anything done. And then... And then... I left my flash drive at work. D: I'm going to go retrieve it tomorrow, but I am NaNo-less tonight. :( I started working on the next scene, but it was hard and blocky thanks to the disconnect. (sigh) So I only wrote 1,150 words, bringing me up to an unofficial 76,517. Sadpanda. Here is a teeny bit of what I managed to eke out.
( Pathetic bit is Pathetic )

Today is a little early, because my fic is annoying me, and so I am taking a teeny break to plan something else tonight. (Do not worry, it will be back to annoying me tomorrow.)

Last night, I was treated to a strange dream. I was flying to WinCon, and HOMG TURRORUSTS (who looked oddly like Arnold Schwarzenegger) took over the plane using broken yet sharp pieces of plastic. In the dream, not only was I calm, but I was kind of pissed off. I'd gone through the whole grope fest at the airport (dream me remembered something about "oh, yeah, violate my fourth amendment baby", but alas, the dream was not awesome enough to include that), but these guys had gotten through by shoving plastic up their asses. Somehow, I ended up taking them down by using the block on my laptop power cord as a blunt instrument. It was kind of Xena-like, if that makes any sense, with swinging it around my head and clonking them in theirs. oO The dream ended when I opened a newspaper a month later and saw that the TSA had banned laptop cords.

Yeah. I've been following that particular clusterfuck a little too closely, I think.

Ficcing today was hard, at least partly because I procrastinated all day. WOE. The dramatic climax weighs heavily on me. I'm making :| faces at my PoV rotation, which is silly and nitpicky of me. Also, I'm having to pull reasons out of thin air why the villain doesn't just grab Pepper and drag her off to a life of servitude. I have a vague idea, but nothing concrete. It will have to do, because I am not letting anyone go on another 40k wild goose chase, nor am I going to tie myself down to fic 3 just yet.

Words are only 72,079, so my slacking resulted in 1,973. (sigh) I will try to hit 75k tomorrow.
( Nothing interesting today )

Argh. Still sleepy. (yawn) I managed to conk out for roughly twelve hours, and I could have still managed a nap. Luckily, next week shall be both slow and short, thanks to Thanksgiving. Everyone who can calls out "sick" or takes leave for Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, and I'll have Thursday and Friday off.

Today was a bit weird. I slept in and ran around doing some shopping, but I also crammed for writing. As a result, I did not do laundry. Whoops. Ah, well. Tomorrow. Today ended up being a number of short scenes, instead of the longer ones I've been writing. That's kind of weird. IDK why they're coming out short, but it's just easier to get to the point? Exhaustion usually makes me more wordy.

I didn't quite manage my goal, but I came close enough. Word count is now 65,036, so I did 4,523. Not too shabby.
( More Pepper )

LOL Well, as you can all see, I saw Harry Potter last night, and as a result this is late. I regret nothing.

Writing was both curtailed and done primarily in a noisy theater. As a method of coping, I put on my headphones and played If I Die Young on eternal repeat. It was depressingly suiting for this scene (no one has died yet though), and having one song go over and over in loops helps me to focus.

I ended up deciding that I was going to restart a scene that I had already begun, in order to switch PoVs. I need to wean myself off my villains. They come off as so much more villainous to other people. It means that I have a new red-highlighted section of 800 words that has to go. (sigh) But I managed to achieve my goal in that scene, which is what's important. Now I need some way to show the passage of time before the next Big Moment comes up. I need at least a day to pass. @_@ I think that same day shipping from Jamestown to NYC is possible? Especially for a small package.

Total word count was 57,391, so I wrote 3,302 words. Quite a bit of that is ruminations on Pretty Dresses which will no doubt be cut, but I don't care. It's the minimum necessary to get this baby drafted by the end of December, and what's important is that it is written at all.
( Preeeetty )

As per the orders of Mama Jazzy and Mama Mundi, my wrists are wrapped as I type this. Creepy. D: I look like a bright green and purple mummy. It is kind of distracting.

Today I dedicated to resting the hands (mostly), so I spent the majority of my creative time doing the planning I didn't give myself time for in the past two weeks. After juggling things, making notes, and generally figuring out WTF I'm doing, I figure that I will be losing one plot and four scenes, heavily modifying another three, and generally butchering the rest. I have about 14-16 scenes left to write, and have written 28. :| At about ~2k per scene, that's roughly another 30k on the docket before the heavy edits. (Still hating my prose. How many damned times am I going to start sentences with pronouns?)

This is the point where I start thinking that I should apply alcohol and make all of this seem like so much more of a good idea. I should be able to fit this is with my Fic Exchange prompt, but I don't think I will have a chance to write one of the lovely little comm prompts. :( Sadness. I have my eye on #13. D: Want so much! (FTR, it's not mine.)

I did make myself do a little light writing, just to keep momentum. Also. Um. Well, I have roughly two weeks to finish the rough on this thing by my current timeline. And that will give me a couple of weeks for the prompt. Which will immediately be followed by the beta'ing of this. So! Busy Faerii will be busy! Word count hit 51,170, so roughly 1k. Here's the excerpt.
( Light writing )

Ow. Ow ow. I think I have writer's wrist or some sort of traumatic typing injury. D: I type on a laptop in my comfy chair, which is admittedly not good for preventing carpal tunnel or for supporting the wrists. Not much alternative though. My elbow and wrist now feel funny. Sadpanda

Anyway. Every year on the NaNoWriMo forums, someone posts the five Stages of NaNo. Sometime around 3PM today, I hit stage four: Despair. I kind of hate my story to a thousand tiny pieces right now. I hate my characterization (it is wobbling somewhere between Ults and 616), I hate that I can't bring New York to life the way I did Phoenix (I cannot use googlemaps on dial up), I hate that my plot is so damned jumbled and I hate that I have no fricking clue what happened to Thor. RAWR. My Big Bads are neither big nor bad, and in fact have lost whatever badassitude they had in the first fic. The action scenes? LOL. Blow. And my prose is stiff as hell. I'm already dreading the revisions, because I can easily see having to rewrite more than half of what I have. (headdesk)

TL;DR. Despair.

Luckily, I'm getting to the point where I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. On at least one major plot point, I can follow it from here to dramatic climax. I'm going to have to scrap the idea of a sex scene though. It just is so not happening. Maybe in the revisions. (sigh)

Anyway, my whining is mostly so you know that I whipped myself into a frenzy writing today. I did one of those things where I'd set myself a goal, and then hit it, and then realize how close the next goal was. This kept going until I finally threw down and had a cupcake. A cupcake of FIERCE. And chocolate.

[An hour of arguing HP in AIM with seventy bajillion people later...]

Harry/Draco rules. Trufax.

Anyway lol! Word count today skyrocketed to 47,142, meaning I wrote 7,045 words. WTF is wrong with me? oO; That is 4 daily quotas, and as long as I don't slack, I will hit the big 50k tomorrow. (This is a serious question, because I just saw that the last bit of RR&R has started to be posted, and the proceeded to make catlike yowls of joy.) Also, anecdotally, I'm past 100 pages. And I'm still not at my climax. ._. Not even at the edge of it, actually. Eep. Just how long is this thing going to be? And how much of it is going to get chopped to itty bitty meatballs?

Keep in mind that I hate my story, and that reflects in the writing. Also, I completely have messed up the name of a weapon, and for the life of me cannot figure out what it is actually called. My brain keeps filling in "bandoleer", which is Definitely Not It. (sighs) They are being called ropes for now. If anyone remembers the actual name of the weighted ropes that whirl around and trap people's legs, I'd appreciate knowing?
( Your bits and bats )

Another lazy sort of day. (yawn) I am looking forward to achieving sleep again tomorrow. Sleep is a precious thing in Faerii Land. It should be kept safe. (It is a testament to how sleepy I am that I just closed my eyes and went all dreamy.) Watched some A:EMH today, and Hank is still adorable, Tony is still wooby, Jan is awesome, Thor is gnarly and Cap is sweet. ♥

Used Write Or Die pretty extensively today. I was just procrastinating, as I tend to do, so it's All My Fault. But hey, I hit word count. :D Okay, barely, but that's what happens when I goof off. Total was 37,216, so I wrote 2,041. Only passed one quota.
( A quickie )

I won! I finished my fic, published it, and now Marvel has been so impressed that they are immediately printing an arc where Steve and Tony start dating—

Wait.

Wrong universe.

Today, I got to sleep in. That was nice. :D I really don't have much to report tonight, TBH. I'm sleepy, it is late, and today was just a nice and peaceful day. I would like more like it. Word count was 35,175, so I wrote 4,057. That's three different dailies!
( Your Daily Dose of Ego )

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.
( Woooords and overuse of 'glare' )