Pie (aka inner editor) and Kip (muse of some sort) are not on speaking terms these days. That’s because I’m editing draft zero into draft one.
Yesterday evening I was going to add A VERY HUGE number to my Draft That Must Not be Named.
Instead I watched 4 episodes of Once Upon A Time.
(And instead of writing and editing now, I’m writing this post 🙂 )
I don’t have writer’s block, if that’s what you’re wondering, but there’s something I need to overcome. Several somethings actually. A VERY HUGE number of clichés, adverbs, and a plague of the word ‘VERY’, are laughing at me from the pages of My Not to Be Named Novel.
Why they’re laughing you ask? Well, because I didn’t know I put them there when I was writing.
Some examples:
There’s a shape shifter in the story.
Definitely a no-go, because nowadays there’s one in every YA fantasy-like story.
So I have to kill that one. Which is easy because it’s a stupid character that can change into a spider and does nothing else.
There’s a taxi-driver (from India) who helps my main character getting places, but is thin as cardboard.
I DID NOT REALISE I STOLE THIS STRAIGHT FROM THE CONSTATINE MOVIE.
(What do you mean, Pie, when you say I watched that movie a zillion times?)
Also I’m embarrassed he’s from India. I have no idea why I did that, probably stole it somewhere too. It would have made more sense if I added an Indian chef because Indian is my all-time favourite food..
There Are More Strange People Than Normal People In The Story
No idea how to fix this, but I think I need to change some precious demons into humans.
There’s a Market
WTF! How did I get a Market in there. And to make matters worse IT IS A NIGHT MARKET.
Whahaha. I’m crying.
Everything is Very
Very scared. Very cool. Very far. Very strong. Very annoyed. VERY EVERYTHING.
Still crying.
And do you want to know the worst part?
I have no ending. Not really anyway. Something explodes, but it is VERY lame.
So it’s back to the drawing board. The upside is there are no blank pages staring back at me (I call it the BLANK VOID), the downside is that I feel a bit scared.
But first things first.
Lunch.
Whahaha (still crying).
Strangely enough (not to devalue the rest of what you are saying, Irene) I’m just about to have lunch too. Gotta go – there’s the sound of breaking crockery in the kitchen. Don’t worry – it’ll all come straight – I promise.
Kindness – Robert.
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I get you! It’s so frustrating at (most) times! I guess we have to trudge on. It has to get better somehow. Don’t worry. Set a timer and tie yourself to the table. You can do it!
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Thanks for the encouragement! We can do this!
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I know what you mean. Though I couldn’t help but laugh, your sense of humour is lovely. I hope you meant it that way. 😂
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I certainly did 🤗 and thank you!
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Sounds cool…but No ending? 🙂 i guess u r planning a series of those “Indian-driver-thru-the-market” novels
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Once upon a time there was an Indian Taxi driver who was obsessed with markets in the night. Something explodes.
The End
🙂
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Not so bad. Add that he was a fairy who also worked as a stripper half time and it will do wonders to the story 😂
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This sounds so familiar. Working on the first draft can be tough but keep going, you can do this! 👍
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Deep breaths! You’ll get there!
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