Still at work
Nov. 4th, 2003 07:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
petroniaActually I went out for my usual biweekly client meeting 4:30-6:30, and am now back at the office doing desultory DWMX template tweaking. Procrastination? It doesn't feel like it, actually. More like a reluctance to brave the hour of public transport home. Officially winter, now; it snowed this morning, which turned to freezing rain, which turned to rain rain.
Likely this is NaNoProcrastination, though if it is it has nothing to do with my writerlyness so much as the story itself. The current character I'm following is upset, she will go on to upset more people with bad news, ergo, it upsets me to write her. This is why Four Weddings And A Funeral did not start with the funeral. However, this is also why Four Weddings And A Funeral wasn't a murder mystery. Methinks I don't take enough intellectual and/or sadistic joy in character death. I've never had any desire to write about characters I wasn't at least a little bit in love with; luckily for me I fall for them easily as I write them, in fanfic or origfic, but it makes me not want to kill them off. There are very few situations in fiction in which it's truly necessary, as opposed to an emotionally manipulative device. (I wrote a paragraph here regarding why it was necessary in my particular narrative, but then deleted it. Decidedly I have conflicting desires about this reader business. XD)
I also can't stop myself from editing as I write. But y'know, if I can do 1000+ words a day even while compulsively tweaking, I don't see any particular reason why I should make a fuss over it. The 50,000 limit is fairly arbitrary.
EDIT -- tally to date, for record-keeping purposes: 5332
...No, I guess I'll get a move on at that. Meanwhile, here's another song:
Laura Pausini - La Solitudine
For the record, I do listen to stuff other than adult-contemporary europop circa '93; it's just that... Look, here's the deal. My dad used to listen religiously to this Saturday evening program that was piped in from some ballroom event attended mostly by ethnic seniors, and they'd play this song as a slow dance every single time, to the point where it became for me entirely wrapped up with the concept of slow dancing, and of course I never found out what it was called or who sang it, because I don't speak Italian. Ten years is a long time to be harbouring a recurring earworm and not know what the hell its name is. I'd be ecstatic about finding the mp3 if I weren't so embarrassed by the fact that it's a Heartbroken Schoolgirl Song (tm).
Likely this is NaNoProcrastination, though if it is it has nothing to do with my writerlyness so much as the story itself. The current character I'm following is upset, she will go on to upset more people with bad news, ergo, it upsets me to write her. This is why Four Weddings And A Funeral did not start with the funeral. However, this is also why Four Weddings And A Funeral wasn't a murder mystery. Methinks I don't take enough intellectual and/or sadistic joy in character death. I've never had any desire to write about characters I wasn't at least a little bit in love with; luckily for me I fall for them easily as I write them, in fanfic or origfic, but it makes me not want to kill them off. There are very few situations in fiction in which it's truly necessary, as opposed to an emotionally manipulative device. (I wrote a paragraph here regarding why it was necessary in my particular narrative, but then deleted it. Decidedly I have conflicting desires about this reader business. XD)
I also can't stop myself from editing as I write. But y'know, if I can do 1000+ words a day even while compulsively tweaking, I don't see any particular reason why I should make a fuss over it. The 50,000 limit is fairly arbitrary.
EDIT -- tally to date, for record-keeping purposes: 5332
...No, I guess I'll get a move on at that. Meanwhile, here's another song:
Laura Pausini - La Solitudine
For the record, I do listen to stuff other than adult-contemporary europop circa '93; it's just that... Look, here's the deal. My dad used to listen religiously to this Saturday evening program that was piped in from some ballroom event attended mostly by ethnic seniors, and they'd play this song as a slow dance every single time, to the point where it became for me entirely wrapped up with the concept of slow dancing, and of course I never found out what it was called or who sang it, because I don't speak Italian. Ten years is a long time to be harbouring a recurring earworm and not know what the hell its name is. I'd be ecstatic about finding the mp3 if I weren't so embarrassed by the fact that it's a Heartbroken Schoolgirl Song (tm).
