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Not very many fictional couples get me excited, and of those that do, Raoul/Christine and Will/Elizabeth are the only ones that really have anything in common. My reactions to most romances in fiction are "Ugh, shoehorned love interest" or "I like these characters as individuals, but not together" or "Yeah, sure, they make a cute couple, but I'm not really feeling it."
I don't understand why, when writing a biopic, one would choose to ignore facts in favor of making stuff up.
I understand the need to streamline things and omit unnecessary details—you're making a feature film, not a documentary—but when you start inventing people who never existed and events that never happened because the actual person's life apparently wasn't interesting enough, you probably need to rethink your subject matter. All you're doing is annoying people who know what really happened.
I understand the need to streamline things and omit unnecessary details—you're making a feature film, not a documentary—but when you start inventing people who never existed and events that never happened because the actual person's life apparently wasn't interesting enough, you probably need to rethink your subject matter. All you're doing is annoying people who know what really happened.
You'll learn that I'm a bisexual person with slightly goth tendencies who's into things no one else I know has ever heard of. Because the first person I think of is Conrad Veidt.
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I should be figuring out how to properly begin my book.
Instead, I'm in a debate with myself over which of my characters would be most likely to attract fangirls.
Instead, I'm in a debate with myself over which of my characters would be most likely to attract fangirls.
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Now that I've gotten my plot to do precisely what I want it to do, I no longer have an excuse to ignore the underlying issues I knew were there all along but wasn't addressing: there are no stakes, and there is precious little character development.
Why haven't I tried to fix these problems? Simply put, I'm afraid. I'm afraid to delve into the minds of my characters and figure out what matters to them. Am I afraid of what I might find? Afraid I'll end up having to throw my entire plot out and start again from scratch? Afraid I've only been deluding myself that I could write a novel? I don't know. These characters all seem so real and vibrant in my head, but come across as painfully flat on the page.
I love this book. I'm also afraid of it. I don't know if it's possible to truly love and fear something at the same time. I know the only way to deal with a fear like this is to confront it. I'm committed to finishing this book no matter what, but it's becoming clear that I'll have to step back and do some serious thinking if I want to have a solid foundation on which to build.
Why do I always have these revelations right when I'm trying to reach word-count goals? It's annoying.
Why haven't I tried to fix these problems? Simply put, I'm afraid. I'm afraid to delve into the minds of my characters and figure out what matters to them. Am I afraid of what I might find? Afraid I'll end up having to throw my entire plot out and start again from scratch? Afraid I've only been deluding myself that I could write a novel? I don't know. These characters all seem so real and vibrant in my head, but come across as painfully flat on the page.
I love this book. I'm also afraid of it. I don't know if it's possible to truly love and fear something at the same time. I know the only way to deal with a fear like this is to confront it. I'm committed to finishing this book no matter what, but it's becoming clear that I'll have to step back and do some serious thinking if I want to have a solid foundation on which to build.
Why do I always have these revelations right when I'm trying to reach word-count goals? It's annoying.
- Whatever you happen to have between your legs does not determine your gender.
- I am not transgender, but I am genderfluid and transmasculine.
- My pronouns are they/them.
- I would appreciate it if you listened to me and took me seriously whenever I try to talk to you about my gender identity, instead of ignoring and dismissing everything I say just because you don't comprehend it.
- I would prefer it if you didn't use gendered terms of endearment for me such as "princess."
- I want to try dressing as a man.
- I am still your child, but I am not your daughter.
This is farther than I have gotten on any other writing project ever. I don't know how I did it.
I suspect the trick is to find an idea you love, not one you merely like...
I suspect the trick is to find an idea you love, not one you merely like...
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I've been considering hosting a playthrough of Fallout: New Vegas on this journal, in the style of the Let's Play Archive (basically a bunch of screenshots with commentary). Not sure why, though—I already have enough on my plate writing-wise at the moment, since I restarted my book this month after my failure in November. And it's not like anyone would read it, unless I linked it on Discord, and even then, I doubt anyone would be interested.
(I had the idea of making the Courier a Pony Express rider on a mission to fix the space-time continuum, since the game contains so many references to historical figures and events. It's a silly idea, since time travel does not exist in the Fallout universe, but I can see myself having fun with it.)
I wouldn't say the book is going well, since it's as incoherent as ever thus far, but it's certainly going. I have a pretty good idea of what I want to happen in the middle and at the end; I just need to make it through the beginning. :P I'm not worried about it, though. I'm saving my worrying for the second draft.
I don't know how the pulp-fiction writers of old did it. Sure, they wrote for a living, but how they managed to write thousands of words per day that were good, or at least didn't need extensive revising, is beyond me. 625 words are as many as I can comfortably write in a day, and most of them are bad.
(I had the idea of making the Courier a Pony Express rider on a mission to fix the space-time continuum, since the game contains so many references to historical figures and events. It's a silly idea, since time travel does not exist in the Fallout universe, but I can see myself having fun with it.)
I wouldn't say the book is going well, since it's as incoherent as ever thus far, but it's certainly going. I have a pretty good idea of what I want to happen in the middle and at the end; I just need to make it through the beginning. :P I'm not worried about it, though. I'm saving my worrying for the second draft.
I don't know how the pulp-fiction writers of old did it. Sure, they wrote for a living, but how they managed to write thousands of words per day that were good, or at least didn't need extensive revising, is beyond me. 625 words are as many as I can comfortably write in a day, and most of them are bad.
Or "the 46th most popular girl's name in the U.S. in every year ending in 8, from the 1880s to the 2010s." :P
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I identify as genderfluid. My pronouns are they/them. Thanks.
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Depression has been hitting me hard lately, so no 50,000 words this year. I've decided to take the advice of one of my favorite writing YouTube channels and aim for 25,000 instead. It's a lot more manageable, but I'm feeling a little guilty about it, just like I felt guilty about quitting my job after one month even though it was too physically demanding. College is on hold until in-person classes come back, so I don't even have that to focus on.
- Feeling sorry for people who don't deserve it.
- Convinced everyone secretly hates me and thinks I'm annoying.
- Keeping my emotions bottled up, and feeling bad that I have those emotions at all, whether they're positive or negative.
It was a vanilla cake this time. It came out okay texture-wise, but ended up tasting rather strongly of coconut because the recipe called for coconut oil, and I hate coconut. Olive oil was the only other kind we had, though, and I doubt that would have worked any better.
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I do not want to see a movie chronicling the unlikeliest friendship in mob history, because I inevitably foresee a certain person getting the Yoko Ono/Courtney Love treatment. *grumbles*
(In case you couldn't tell, no, I don't think she had a choice in the matter, any more than Meyer Lansky did.)
(In case you couldn't tell, no, I don't think she had a choice in the matter, any more than Meyer Lansky did.)
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