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second attempting
Nov. 8th, 2006 12:04 amTwentieth Century Blues - hopefully this should work, it's on sendspace instead.
ETA. whoops, missed a letter.
ETA. whoops, missed a letter.
Nov. 8th, 2006
nano gripes
Nov. 8th, 2006 01:04 pmword count : 16,203
Gah. I have come to the end of the plotted out part of nano. Or rather, I plotted it to this point (Dandini meets Ellie) and then my notes jump to the first ball and everything after that. Which leaves a great big sodding gap. And that gap? Is four and a half months time-wise, because the first ball is supposed to be six months into the relationship, by which time they're emotionally attached enough for Ellie to get really pissed off. Damn this tendency towards realism. Why couldn't I have gone with the usual Cinders story, which spans two weeks at most? *Wails* I can't even do the many adventures that something like Ella Enchanted does, because I have firmly said real world, which means no magic.
Arrgh. My only resource right now is the domestic goings-on of the Forster family. :Mutters: Jane Austen, don't fail me now. Oh, and one of the stepsisters has gone and changed her name on me, which means I have to go back through the various files (I write in text file chapters to keep it manageable) and do a search/replace. I keep telling her her name is Louise, but noooo, she insists it's Lucy. Also that she wants to be significantly more Kitty Bennet-like (typical neurotic teenage girl to you) than I previously had her.
Currently poking the Spamalot tickets site. Personally loving the description :
Lovingly ripped off from the classic film comedy Monty Python and the Holy Grail, SPAMALOT is the new musical directed by Oscar winning Mike Nichols, with a book by the third tallest Python, Eric Idle, and an almost but not entirely new score by Eric Idle (no relation) and John du Prez.
Retelling the legend of King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table and featuring a number of gratuitously scantily clad showgirls, not to mention the cows, killer rabbits and French people.
I have one of those headaches that make you feel like you want to throw up. Fresh air may be required, but I only have Tottenham Court Road ...
Gah. I have come to the end of the plotted out part of nano. Or rather, I plotted it to this point (Dandini meets Ellie) and then my notes jump to the first ball and everything after that. Which leaves a great big sodding gap. And that gap? Is four and a half months time-wise, because the first ball is supposed to be six months into the relationship, by which time they're emotionally attached enough for Ellie to get really pissed off. Damn this tendency towards realism. Why couldn't I have gone with the usual Cinders story, which spans two weeks at most? *Wails* I can't even do the many adventures that something like Ella Enchanted does, because I have firmly said real world, which means no magic.
Arrgh. My only resource right now is the domestic goings-on of the Forster family. :Mutters: Jane Austen, don't fail me now. Oh, and one of the stepsisters has gone and changed her name on me, which means I have to go back through the various files (I write in text file chapters to keep it manageable) and do a search/replace. I keep telling her her name is Louise, but noooo, she insists it's Lucy. Also that she wants to be significantly more Kitty Bennet-like (typical neurotic teenage girl to you) than I previously had her.
Currently poking the Spamalot tickets site. Personally loving the description :
Lovingly ripped off from the classic film comedy Monty Python and the Holy Grail, SPAMALOT is the new musical directed by Oscar winning Mike Nichols, with a book by the third tallest Python, Eric Idle, and an almost but not entirely new score by Eric Idle (no relation) and John du Prez.
Retelling the legend of King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table and featuring a number of gratuitously scantily clad showgirls, not to mention the cows, killer rabbits and French people.
I have one of those headaches that make you feel like you want to throw up. Fresh air may be required, but I only have Tottenham Court Road ...
