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Het Big Bang
Jun. 23rd, 2011 03:17 pmSo, I've reached the scene I haven't wanted to write since I started the story. You might say I've put it off, but since it's the last scene, that's stupidly ironic.
The problem is that this is the only scene in the entire story that has to line up with canon (well, mostly) which means I can't listen to the characters, I have to listen to the author. I wrote this story because I wasn't listening to the author. So, you see my problem.
Also, it's an awkward scene. Awkward but necessary and I hate that type most of all. It makes it even harder to write. I'm three paragraphs in and I'm already screaming at two of the characters for being useless. I'll probably chuck the computer out the window by the time Jacob shows up.
*headdesk*
The upshot is a)the story is almost done! and b)it's 41,000 words. So far. Go me.
In other news, I finished my golf lessons! And apparently I am very good and a very quick learner and I should be proud of both of those facts. But since I landed in the bunker twice yesterday I'm mostly just annoyed with myself. Even though, after 5 lessons, I should be amazed I hit the bunker and not a)a tree, b)a person or c)a car. And Marg and Sue have valiently volunteered to put up with me for 9 holes of golf next month. I thought that was pretty nice of them (considering they are both amazing golfers) since I am likely to do something monumentally stupid somewhere in 9 holes. Hopefully we can golf on a Wednesday when no one else will be around to observe.
Lastly, I am not looking forward to tomorrow for various reasons and Saturday for other reasons. I just want it to be Sunday. Or better yet, July.
The problem is that this is the only scene in the entire story that has to line up with canon (well, mostly) which means I can't listen to the characters, I have to listen to the author. I wrote this story because I wasn't listening to the author. So, you see my problem.
Also, it's an awkward scene. Awkward but necessary and I hate that type most of all. It makes it even harder to write. I'm three paragraphs in and I'm already screaming at two of the characters for being useless. I'll probably chuck the computer out the window by the time Jacob shows up.
*headdesk*
The upshot is a)the story is almost done! and b)it's 41,000 words. So far. Go me.
In other news, I finished my golf lessons! And apparently I am very good and a very quick learner and I should be proud of both of those facts. But since I landed in the bunker twice yesterday I'm mostly just annoyed with myself. Even though, after 5 lessons, I should be amazed I hit the bunker and not a)a tree, b)a person or c)a car. And Marg and Sue have valiently volunteered to put up with me for 9 holes of golf next month. I thought that was pretty nice of them (considering they are both amazing golfers) since I am likely to do something monumentally stupid somewhere in 9 holes. Hopefully we can golf on a Wednesday when no one else will be around to observe.
Lastly, I am not looking forward to tomorrow for various reasons and Saturday for other reasons. I just want it to be Sunday. Or better yet, July.
