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hawkwing_lb... with the emphasis very much on the In Progress, and not so much on the work.
Sigh. I have 'Where has all the motivation gone?' going round in my head to the tune of 'Where Have All The Cowboys Gone' (no, don't ask me who it's by. I don't even know if that's the right title).
Thus, the state of affairs stands at Novels: 12, Me: 0. Dreamdark is being particularly proddy and unhelpful. I know what happens and even who it happens to. Is this helping me? Not much.
Elise, I need you to get off your noble arse and do some magic. Something. Anything. Yes, the politics make my head spin too. Do something, why don't you?
Darric, why are you hanging around at the end of a battle scene with your lady countess' daughter still in peril? Come on, get a move on here!
Tamar, you're not being enough of a brat. Work with me here, okay? I mean, I know you're condemned to an ambiguously-not-happy-not-dreadful ending, so stop holding out for a happy one. Uh-uh. Not going to happen. However, much worse things could be contrived if you persist in not being helpful.
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And you, you other universes full of stories. Yes, I'm talking to you, Space Operas 1 and 2, and you, High Epic Fantasy novels-with-a-difference. Back off, all right? I can only handle six things at a time, and right now college has handed me five.
Your time will come, I promise you. Tíocfaidh ár lá and all that. (Well, tíocfaidh bhur lá in this case.)
I can't be the only one whose head feels over-full-to-bursting, can I? Anyone out there with advice on how to cope with the Characters That Won't Shut Up?
Sigh. I have 'Where has all the motivation gone?' going round in my head to the tune of 'Where Have All The Cowboys Gone' (no, don't ask me who it's by. I don't even know if that's the right title).
Thus, the state of affairs stands at Novels: 12, Me: 0. Dreamdark is being particularly proddy and unhelpful. I know what happens and even who it happens to. Is this helping me? Not much.
Elise, I need you to get off your noble arse and do some magic. Something. Anything. Yes, the politics make my head spin too. Do something, why don't you?
Darric, why are you hanging around at the end of a battle scene with your lady countess' daughter still in peril? Come on, get a move on here!
Tamar, you're not being enough of a brat. Work with me here, okay? I mean, I know you're condemned to an ambiguously-not-happy-not-dreadful ending, so stop holding out for a happy one. Uh-uh. Not going to happen. However, much worse things could be contrived if you persist in not being helpful.
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And you, you other universes full of stories. Yes, I'm talking to you, Space Operas 1 and 2, and you, High Epic Fantasy novels-with-a-difference. Back off, all right? I can only handle six things at a time, and right now college has handed me five.
Your time will come, I promise you. Tíocfaidh ár lá and all that. (Well, tíocfaidh bhur lá in this case.)
I can't be the only one whose head feels over-full-to-bursting, can I? Anyone out there with advice on how to cope with the Characters That Won't Shut Up?
