My morning
Jan. 29th, 2002 09:38 amIt's kind of funny. As I was writing my morning pages today, I was whining to the page about how I didn't think I was getting anywhere with this project, that I hadn't had any revelations in quite some time, and suchlike, when something told me to write the rest of the last scene from last night's game. I rewrote the dialog that had happened in game, and then suddenly my pencil took off.
I'd written three more pages before I stopped myself realizing that I had no more time: I had to get to work. I was half an hour late as it is, because I stopped to turn in my written notice of moving, to the apartment management. (This is really happening. I'm really really going home.) and to put a package of books in the mail for my parents in Peru, and a letter-packet for someone in Canada...::sly grin::
I'd say, "Poor Rayna," being left mid-scene like that, but I can't really feel sorry for her. She's got both Emerson and Lila stroking and kissing her. If she has to be left for a while unwritten, she could be stuck in a lot worse place than that!
I'd written three more pages before I stopped myself realizing that I had no more time: I had to get to work. I was half an hour late as it is, because I stopped to turn in my written notice of moving, to the apartment management. (This is really happening. I'm really really going home.) and to put a package of books in the mail for my parents in Peru, and a letter-packet for someone in Canada...::sly grin::
I'd say, "Poor Rayna," being left mid-scene like that, but I can't really feel sorry for her. She's got both Emerson and Lila stroking and kissing her. If she has to be left for a while unwritten, she could be stuck in a lot worse place than that!