"You take a walk..."
Dec. 10th, 2004 09:00 amIs it cowardly to have a separate journal for writing? Do I worry that my cool, cool friends would all abandon me if they knew I write fan fiction?
The answers to those questions (at least as far as I'm concerned) are maybe, and yes.
I'm not hiding anything, but I'm also not advertising this journal from
waterstrider. Maybe I won't even write much in it. Anything is possible.
Last night I wrote 4,212 words of an X-Men fan fic which will probably top out at 10-15,000 words. I wrote it all at once, but the idea had been stewing in my head for a long time and I decided to give in and write it. Don't know when you'll be seeing the first part, but it will be unbeta'd, so it should be soon.
4,000 is a lot of words for me; on my long projects I tend to crap out at one or two thousand. I've been neglecting the second draft of my novel (which I just call Sasquatch as a working title), and I feel bad about that, but writing is writing. The novel's still alive in the back of my brain, muttering to itself and putting different ideas together, the flavours blending and mellowing out. When it's ready, it'll come back out.
I've been writing since midnight or so, so maybe it's time I caught some zeds.
The answers to those questions (at least as far as I'm concerned) are maybe, and yes.
I'm not hiding anything, but I'm also not advertising this journal from
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Last night I wrote 4,212 words of an X-Men fan fic which will probably top out at 10-15,000 words. I wrote it all at once, but the idea had been stewing in my head for a long time and I decided to give in and write it. Don't know when you'll be seeing the first part, but it will be unbeta'd, so it should be soon.
4,000 is a lot of words for me; on my long projects I tend to crap out at one or two thousand. I've been neglecting the second draft of my novel (which I just call Sasquatch as a working title), and I feel bad about that, but writing is writing. The novel's still alive in the back of my brain, muttering to itself and putting different ideas together, the flavours blending and mellowing out. When it's ready, it'll come back out.
I've been writing since midnight or so, so maybe it's time I caught some zeds.