between the rock and the cold, cold sea

I have written on the short story as far as it is willing to go with me tonight, I fear. 896 words. Now all I need is some plot, a wee bit of theme and a smattering of vision, and it might just become something. ::shoves story back down to back of mind to simmer some more::

It is doing the untitled thing to me... though it might well already have a title: "Shadow on the Gulfs" is the one that's swimming around in my head at the minute. I'm usually crap at titles, so that may change... Maybe.

Much weirdness in this story. Also, why are all my characters either: a) assassins; b) violent war-type people; c) criminal; d) insane or badly traumatised; e) all of the above; or f) boring? Not that I'm, you know, worried about the answer or anything.

Draft #2 of 'The Names of God' is finished. Now must find either kind readers (*solicits*) to tell me what's wrong with it, or send it off to a market immediately.

I'll leave sending it off until tomorrow. Yep, definitely tomorrow.

The workings of my mind are weird sometimes. More short story ideas this week than I've had in months (years?). Some of them might be novels masquerading as shorts. My brain is trying to distract me from college, and you know what? It's working.

Progress notes, Tuesday October 11:

New words: 555, approx.
Total words: uh, dunno. About 3,000?

Draft of short story 'The Names of God' is done. Handwritten, so I don't know how many words it has. Now all that remains is to fix it.

It's broken, I'm pretty sure of it. I'm not sure how, but since this is a story where I still haven't figured out what it's about, that's no surprise.

I don't know how to fix it, either.

*solicits readers willing to critique*

Favourite sentence: In light that moved like treacle, the statue opened gold eyes.

...The first day of the rest of my life, in this case.

University=Good.
Commuting=Bad.

This is the math that will dominate the rest of my year. And probably next year, as well. I'm wrecked with a capital W. Concentration is shot. Will not be working on novel-project tonight. Maybe not until the weekend.

Good news: more words (approx 650) on short story 'The Names of God'. Which is much weirdness, since I don't know what it's about. (Change? Nah. Freedom? Nope. Divinity? Probably not.) Now it only needs an ending. (Train tomorrow. Or maybe the library. After I do assigned ancient history work, of course.)

And I'll stop babbling now.

Sent short story out again. May it have better luck than the last time, please.

And oh, words.

Something that wants to be a short story, not novel words, but still. Words.

My head is random. I should really go to bed.