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Ok… next chapter is currently being written. They get one more lazy lie in before they have to pack up and move out. What will they do with it...?
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Lazy lie in with a NO dress code?
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Well, I was thinking of some m/m goodness to start, with a hint of lots more to come, then some more DP when Brienne wakes up with a different position, and from the guy’s pov, and then finish it off with a round of bathing and breakfast, followed by a spirited declaration of war.
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Well, starting out any war on a full stomach is a good idea.
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Well, I have finished the chapter, and it’s still off. I’ve read the entire work, and it’s still off. I’ve tinkered with some things about it, and it’s still off.
There’s nothing else for it.
I have to throw it all away and go back to the drawing board *sighs*
So disappointed in myself right now, because there’s so many things coming up that are partly written, and things coming up that I can’t wait to write. I don’t know why this is being difficult at all.
I just can’t figure it out.
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Well… I’ve been taking a break watching Lucifer, because I went out and got the DVD today. I love Tom Ellis. But… I couldn’t help myself. To be honest, I think it still sounds like them.
[An unusually large and fearfully well-armed woman is decorating a Christmas tree, when she is disturbed by an unusually large man]
ROGER: [A man who is not a Knight] “A fucking Christmas tree. Does it have to sparkle like that?”
BELLA: [A woman who is also not a Knight] “Yes, of course it does! Oh wait, it should be twinkling too.”
BELLA: [Messes with the plug socket. Lights begin twinkling.] “There.. isn't it pretty?”
ROGER: [pulls a face]
BELLA: “Here, hang some knights on it.”
ROGER: [rather more cheerfully] “Oh, well. All right then.”
[ENTER a VIKING, also of unusually large size]
VIKING: “What the fuck is that?”
BELLA: “It's a Christmas tree. It's to do with Christ being born.”
VIKING: “You southern twats are always inventing Gods. I think you long to be taken in hand, all of you.”
ROGER: “Fuck off!”
VIKING: [touches one of the tree branches] “Oh yeah? What's this then?”
BELLA: [smiles with delight] “Artificial snow.”
VIKING: [looks utterly aghast] “Artificial snow? Right. That's it. I give in.”
ROGER: “What?”
VIKING: [cracks knuckles and pats knee] “Come here. I'm going to give both of you exactly what you want... you can say you're getting it for Christmas.”
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Brilliant!
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Sounds like someone’s going to be getting “a damn good rogering”.
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Well, I am really struggling with this chapter. It’s mostly written, but… I had a specific format in mind, and I’ve kept to it, but it feels off, like I’ve inadvertently ruined the pacing. That’s odd, because I wanted to write this format to have a clear break between the prior slow burn/consummation vs the lead in to the war, which would require a change in pacing.
*scratches head*
As I check the word count, it seems like if I finish off the chapter as I planned, I might still have some room to play with it. I wonder if there’s some little aspect I can add that will make it work better. Hmm… *thinks*
Some of this chapter is written from the limited pov of the Lord of Light, and I’m hesitant to use that pov to do anything to regulate pacing, mood or atmostphere. It seems too transparent and heavy handed to do that. Probably because if I do that, it’d lead to a feeling of discontent in the reader. I’m not giving much away. If I use the pov like that, you’d expect to see more of the pov character’s motivations. Yet the other pov characters (the three of them) are dreaming, so I can’t use them. Beric is awake, but he’s being haunted. He’s also not a pov character.
I suppose I’ll feed the dogs while I think. This is a quandary. If I can’t fix it, I’m going to have to chuck it and think of something else altogether. But this felt right when I started it. Grrr!
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btw, typo, the 57k applies to chapters 1-21, and chapter 22 makes it just under 62k.
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I’ve written about 130k words on mine. I’m sure about 60k of that is probably utter filth. 30k is leading into the filth. 10k is fighting, 10k eating, 10k bathing, which leaves 10k of writing with the chance for literary merit. I am a bad writer.
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My goal for “the repair guy” was to be a short 40k or so….. it’ll likely to be 80k by the end. Dale’s Game, which was supposed to be a short holiday oneshot… just under 172k which doesn’t include the real holiday oneshot or its sequel, or the halloween fic it inspired.
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Currently wrestling with Tormund. He’s winning. Good job it’s not literally.
For a character who seems pretty simple on the surface, even in his own thoughts, this one is ridiculously deep. In fact, out of the three, he’s probably got a whole lot more going on than the other two once you dig down a bit.
I think it’s time for that last resort in getting right into a character: the fictional interview.
I kind of hate writing these, but in the absence of anyone to discuss it with, it’s the next best thing.
At least when this is done, I can drag them off to war. That should make for an interesting journey. All that sharing a tent business, the imperative need to stay absolutely silent no matter what… that will be fun for someone, I’m sure. Ok, that’s my reward! If I can just get over this little hurdle now…
Come on, Tormund, you obstinate sod!
*sighs*
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Silent in a tent…. oh, the fun you can have with that!
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I know, right? *rubs hands together* I know how that all works. I don’t need to talk about it at all.
But first… gah… I have lots of normal character stuff to know about Tormund. Lots of wondering to do. somewhere, I’m certain he’s still a bit annoyed at how everything’s gone. I mean, he had a fairly simple gig before. Climb the wall, steal things, do what you want. Have fun! Now he’s got all this responsibility, and he’s part of this other world that he never wanted to join, where everything’s a bloody great complicated mess and everyone is all fucked up. I’m certain that somewhere, deep down, he’s still pissed off at Snow for kind of being the catalyst for all of that.
I can’t talk out loud. I’m getting: “Please, stfu about Game of Thrones.” looks. :/
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I may be getting somewhere, but the three of them are coming to conclusions that might be too quick. Not sure how to stop them doing that. :/ *thinks*
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Well, I think I’ve nearly done it. Almost seven thousand words. It needs finishing off so that it’ll lead into the next chapter, and it needs several read throughs, but… I’m actually kind of happy with it in the main, I think. And despite the word count, there’s no way I can split this up. I’ve been kind of cruel with cliffhangers, sure, but I think splitting this would rightly get me some bad karma, lol.
Either this is the hottest thing I’ve written for a good, long while, or… *gulps* I’m completely mistaken, and I’ll get a healthy dose of reality when I post it. Please, please, please, let it be the first one.
Okay, I guess I’ll begin those read throughs now. *takes a deep breath*
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So, this morning it seems we pay the television license fee so that the BBC can invite dickheads on to Breakfast to justify shooting lions and elephants. No! F**k off!
Not the best start to the day. Gits.
*goes back to writing porn or whatever the hell this is*
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Omg what! Ugh i hate trophy hunting!
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I just don’t get trophy hunting. I mean, fair play if it’s you vs a lion barehanded and you win you earned it. But sitting half a mile away from with a rifle, meh fuck ya.
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The species they bring down the most is their own. Trophy hunters should be offered a choice between euthanasia or… well, actually just euthanasia.
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