What with one thing and another, I'm pretty sure that my creative writing pen name is going to remain Tytania Strange. I think that merging the writing and singing under one name is just too darned confusing and I'd rather that the too activities existed independently of one another. That means that, at some point, I may create a singing blog under my real name. However, nothing of the kind will happen until after I'm on holiday break.
I'm sort of doing Nanowrimo, which is to say that I have about 7,000 words or so written which is about 6,000 more than I usually get through. I started writing from the beginning then got bored and shifted over to writing from the end. It seemed to me that I might have a better story if I actually knew where it was going. So, I churn out derivative garbage, jumping back in time chapter by chapter. Then I go to the stuff I've already done to adjust it for the latest changes in actual plot and to make it somewhat less sucky.
On the plus side, playing around with Twilight gives me an automatic outline for a story. On the minus side, the heroine ends up learning exactly nothing and being both an idiot and a jerk. So, a lot of stuff has to get adjusted. For example, it's one thing to think that you want to sacrifice yourself for the sake of the love of your life but actually doing it would likely change a person's perspective. I'm not sure you'd wake up in the hospital thinking "ZOMG I'm so glad that I made that potentially life-ending choice and despite the pain and the fear and the part where I kind of wet myself, I would totally go back and do it again!!" The closest I can get would be to say that our heroine's butt has been saved and now, being an idiotic teen, she's pretty well convinced that she's always going to get saved. She thinks she's got it all figured out which will lead her to bigger risk-taking that is ultimately self-destructive.
The other challenge, outside of having to change the plot three times a day due to the suckage and MarySueness, is the fact that the narrator has to have a certain amount of knowledge as she's telling the story that she didn't have when she was experiencing it. The question is, will she jerk the reader around and let them draw the wrong conclusions in order to prove that they could do no better than she did in the same situation, or is she going to hint around about all the knowledge that she has now, almost bragging that she did, ultimately, have a major role to play. It's really a matter of mystery versus clarity.
Also factor in that this is really just a version of an extremely convoluted story that I've been working on forever. It's gone through so many changes and mutations that I have a hard time working out sequences of events and which things simply have to be dropped in the interest of a better narrative. I end up getting way too invested in one idea or another and it's hard to let go of them.
Oh well, at least it's fun.
I'm sort of doing Nanowrimo, which is to say that I have about 7,000 words or so written which is about 6,000 more than I usually get through. I started writing from the beginning then got bored and shifted over to writing from the end. It seemed to me that I might have a better story if I actually knew where it was going. So, I churn out derivative garbage, jumping back in time chapter by chapter. Then I go to the stuff I've already done to adjust it for the latest changes in actual plot and to make it somewhat less sucky.
On the plus side, playing around with Twilight gives me an automatic outline for a story. On the minus side, the heroine ends up learning exactly nothing and being both an idiot and a jerk. So, a lot of stuff has to get adjusted. For example, it's one thing to think that you want to sacrifice yourself for the sake of the love of your life but actually doing it would likely change a person's perspective. I'm not sure you'd wake up in the hospital thinking "ZOMG I'm so glad that I made that potentially life-ending choice and despite the pain and the fear and the part where I kind of wet myself, I would totally go back and do it again!!" The closest I can get would be to say that our heroine's butt has been saved and now, being an idiotic teen, she's pretty well convinced that she's always going to get saved. She thinks she's got it all figured out which will lead her to bigger risk-taking that is ultimately self-destructive.
The other challenge, outside of having to change the plot three times a day due to the suckage and MarySueness, is the fact that the narrator has to have a certain amount of knowledge as she's telling the story that she didn't have when she was experiencing it. The question is, will she jerk the reader around and let them draw the wrong conclusions in order to prove that they could do no better than she did in the same situation, or is she going to hint around about all the knowledge that she has now, almost bragging that she did, ultimately, have a major role to play. It's really a matter of mystery versus clarity.
Also factor in that this is really just a version of an extremely convoluted story that I've been working on forever. It's gone through so many changes and mutations that I have a hard time working out sequences of events and which things simply have to be dropped in the interest of a better narrative. I end up getting way too invested in one idea or another and it's hard to let go of them.
Oh well, at least it's fun.
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