Trying to prove that I'm a writer
Oct. 25th, 2004 10:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The only way that matters. By writing.
Settled down and got in a few words on Chapter X, in which The Bitch straps on her cross-country skis and makes a couple of unpleasant discoveries. And finds an ally she can't feel comfortable in trusting.
I'd like a little more energy here. A little more motivation. This thing isn't glowing at me. Maybe I need to crank a few turns on the forge blower.
What's it gonna be -- sex, violence? Alien invasion? No, that last one is over on Beowulf's bit of shore.
Two out of three ain't bad.
And as a backup, the impersonal deadly rage of Maine winter.
Settled down and got in a few words on Chapter X, in which The Bitch straps on her cross-country skis and makes a couple of unpleasant discoveries. And finds an ally she can't feel comfortable in trusting.
I'd like a little more energy here. A little more motivation. This thing isn't glowing at me. Maybe I need to crank a few turns on the forge blower.
What's it gonna be -- sex, violence? Alien invasion? No, that last one is over on Beowulf's bit of shore.
Two out of three ain't bad.
And as a backup, the impersonal deadly rage of Maine winter.
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Date: 2004-10-26 02:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-26 12:30 pm (UTC)Hmm.
Hey, Jim -- I'll trade you Inscrutable Ghodlike Aliens for the Secret Spy Ray. Deal? I'm really tired of the Inscrutables, here...
Sorry
Date: 2004-10-26 12:37 pm (UTC)Re: Sorry
Date: 2004-10-26 12:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-26 12:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-26 02:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-26 02:06 pm (UTC)Ded aside, good luck with the writing Jim. I look forward to reading it.