Everybody dies, Tracey. Someone's carrying a bullet for you right now, doesn't even know it. The trick is to die of old age before it finds you.

Mal ,'The Message'


The Great Write Way, Act Three: Where's the gun?

A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.


Scrappy - Dec 10, 2011 8:16:14 am PST #4985 of 6690
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

Thats amazing, Allyson. Thank you for posting it.


hippocampus - Dec 12, 2011 11:08:36 am PST #4986 of 6690
not your mom's socks.

if there's extra acceptance/sale~ma lying around GWW, I would be very grateful for it. Signed, Yes, I will happily send you more but would you please BUY at least one of them?

In other news, first draft of this other monster project is nearing completion. I think. Wooo.


Polter-Cow - Dec 14, 2011 11:30:50 am PST #4987 of 6690
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!

So very cool, Typo! Congratulations!


Typo Boy - Dec 14, 2011 11:54:10 am PST #4988 of 6690
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.

sales ~ma for Sox.


hippocampus - Dec 15, 2011 3:52:03 am PST #4989 of 6690
not your mom's socks.

Wonderful news about the website and the book, Gar! And thank you!


Gudanov - Dec 29, 2011 4:56:06 am PST #4990 of 6690
Coding and Sleeping

Well, I'm on a drive to be ready to submit my novel (sure wish I'd get something back on the short stories, I feel like I've launched them into black hole. OTOH, it is the holidays). My query in progress is looking like this:

Thirteen year old Cog has no intention of marrying a count, no matter what her long-absent mother wants. She figures countesses don’t get their hands greasy fixing steam wagons, and that simply won’t do. Instead, she stows away on an airship destined for the crown city and forges a name onto a list of the queen’s new apprentices—a boy’s name. If pretending to be male wasn’t enough to worry about, she overhears a plot to assassinate the queen and throw the kingdom into war.

While fixing everything from vitality concentration meters to checkers-playing automata, Cog tries to unravel the conspiracy. But between a kleptomaniac gremlin who knows her secrets and a best friend with a crush on her alter ego, her false identity is breaking down faster than an ungreased computation engine. Worst of all, as the time until the assassination clicks away, she learns one of her friends is slated for an unwilling and fatal role. Whether it's sabotaging a royal airship or marching alone into a cursed forest, Cog will do whatever it takes to save the day.

Stopping a war and saving her friends isn’t the same as fixing an auto-mechanical potion mixer, but she has a set of precision screwdrivers and isn’t afraid to use them.

COG is a YA steampunk fantasy novel complete at 85,000 words.


Connie Neil - Dec 29, 2011 6:39:43 am PST #4991 of 6690
brillig

I like the line "as the time until the assassination clicks away", very clockworky and mechanical.


Ginger - Dec 29, 2011 7:12:46 am PST #4992 of 6690
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

It certainly sounds like something I'd like to read.

I am, however, unable to stop noodling with other people's prose:

Thirteen-year-old Cog has no intention of marrying a count, no matter what her long-absent mother wants. What Cog wants is to keep her hands on the workings of steam wagons. She stows away on an airship destined for the crown city and forges a new identity as a queen’s apprentice. Pretending to be a boy is challenging enough, but then she overhears a plot to assassinate the queen and throw the kingdom into war.

While fixing everything from vitality concentration meters to checkers-playing automata, Cog tries to unravel the conspiracy. But between a kleptomaniac gremlin who knows her secrets and a best friend with a crush on her alter ego, her false identity is breaking down faster than an ungreased computation engine. Worst of all, as the time until the assassination clicks away, she learns one of her friends will forced into a fatal role in the plot. Whether it's sabotaging a royal airship or facing a cursed forest, Cog will do whatever it takes to save the day.


Amy - Jan 04, 2012 12:45:32 pm PST #4993 of 6690
Because books.

Good luck with submitting, Gud!

Anyone here do morning pages, a la Julia Cameron and The Artist's Way? If you do, what do you think of the process?


Beverly - Jan 04, 2012 3:02:16 pm PST #4994 of 6690
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

I've used it in the past, to good effect. I combined it with my no-communicating with the humans period first thing in the mornings, though. Coffee, computer or notebook, and free-writing immediately on getting up and before I was vocal. It utilized what I called "dream energy". Most dreams occur just before waking, and if I could prolong that state, I got more free-wheeling writing done.

If I had to talk to the kids or deal with a PTA thing or get my own ass in the car and to work, it wasn't the same. When my day started too early to set the clock an extra hour early to get up and write, I'd take a nap, get up from that and write. It worked, but not quite as well as early morning.

Morning pages are good in that they get your mind freewheeling with the words and ideas, get you past your self-editor because you're not keeping the first three pages. They build a bit of momentum, and if you can sustain it, even for a little while, you can put it to use for actual writing.