Metaphors, bureaucracy, and useless sections
Reached that “click” moment where I figured out what the chapter is (probably) going to look like. And it’s that type of revelation that only comes from smashing your head against the wall until you realize there’s a locked doorway right next to you.
Read more “Weekly Update #8”Silent Hill Fog, ADHD purgatory, and “The Man Who Invented Christmas”
As I am writing this, there’s a thick layer of Silent Hill fog permeating outside. I live for this type of atmosphere.
Read more “Weekly Update #7”Titles and Let’s Plays
Added a thing in the first chapter. It’s really, really early on and it doesn’t change the meat of the chapter at all. It’s literally just a title. Read more “Weekly Update #6”
Pacemaker and Dryads
Checked out the Pacemaker website on Sunday. It’s apparently a writing progress tracker or something. I’m mainly using it to keep track of everything I’m not writing. For everyday tracking of how long I’m working on my story, I’ve been using an app called Wordly. Then I put in the net worth I did later onto Pacemaker. Both are pretty good. I think I’m gonna keep it.
Read more “Weekly Update #5”CHRISTMAS!
Deleted the word “constantly” in chapter 3. Riveting stuff, I know.
Read more “Weekly Update #4”Blessed Yule!
I’m in the throes of cleaning house and decorating and preparing for Wigilia. (I have no time to explain, look it up.)
No notable updates this week.
There will be dryads in the next chapter. Maybe.
See y’all again next week.
Outlines (again) and Finals (over)
I outlined what exactly happens in the next chapter. This is the next level of detail after the big outline I talked about last time.
Read more “Weekly Update #2”Outlines and Finals
I’ve gone through where I want this story to go and where I am now and wrote out an outline. Nothing too detailed, but it does show the big plot points along the way so that I’ve got one fewer set of straws to grasp at.
Read more “Weekly Update #1”Ever since Hazel had, quite literally, picked up shop and moved her establishment to the North Pole, she’d had the quietest Christmas mornings since she could remember them being a thing. The tavern looked festive enough, strung with garland, cranberries, and paper chains, and the tree twinkled in the corner with the light of just enough candles sprinkled through its leaves. It was cozy enough to invite even the most cranky of forced early Christmas risers. But the only ones who were awake (and had decided to meander down for breakfast) were her, a handful of the inn’s tenants, and her huldra waitstaff. Although, in the end, it didn’t matter if anyone saw them now. They weren’t up for the elves anyway.
Read more “TSOCID – Chapter Five”
