Though I dearly love this blog, having written in it sometimes faithfully for two years, it's not practical for what I need right now. What I need is a blog where I can host my various fics and update with information occasionally. I can use this one to update information, but it's not good to put my actual fanfictions here.
Thus, when a friend suggested wordpress to make a blog and host them, I gave it a try and I already think it's exactly what I need.
So from now on I'll be using my WP blog. I'm gonna keep this one up, but it will no longer be used. Unless I think of something to actually use it for. If you want to read my shiny new blog, then drop me a message and I'll happily give it to you. :3
See you around!
P.S.: Chapter five is up! Go read!
Like I said, I found that train of thought. Please read this, because it might clear up what seems like plot holes and inconsistencies in UB and SOC.
Going on, David and Dwayne are two very different characters, and different situations would be more valued in their memories than others. That's one reason I went into detail about David's ceiling escapades in SOC and not in UB. To Dwayne, this was more significant and worth remembering. To David, it was a stepping stone into his vampiric life. (Or rather, unlife.) He didn't care so much for where he had been, he liked where he was. Dwayne cared more for the past than David.
Similarly, David's fun with shaving in UB will be glossed over in SOC. A.) Because it's David's surprise, not Dwayne's, and B.) Because that particular incidence matters more to David than to Dwayne.
Whoa. I go more into my characters than I realized. Maybe I should see a shrink...
>:3
When it comes to writing, there's always one question that comes to mind: where should you draw the line at how much of the character you're currently writing?
If I've totally confused you, that's okay, because I confused myself. What I mean is, where should we draw the line in our writing where we begin and the character ends? For example, Dwayne in SOC, can't see because he's wearig the blindfold. So, that sense is gone, and he relies on his hearing and other senses to know what's going on. And since it's his point of view, not mine, I write as if the audience can't see and describe no form of sight. Only the thump of Max's feet when he walks in the room, the high pitched wine of someone tracing the wine bottle, the scuffle of David on the ceiling. I try to totally elminate myself from the character or POV, being them. If a character can't see, or hear, or taste, why would I describe what they don't know? I wouldn't. So, I don't. Arg. I had a nice long thought on this, where'd it go...? >:3
Muse finally agreed to submit to me. We wrote down our terms in, well, writing. She has to agree to allowing me to write good chapters once every two weeks, including a week break before editing and after finishing. I haev to plot in advance and write it down in one week. Pity for muse, I know that I'll be writing for more than a week quite a bit before a chapter's done.
In othernews, I've finished the first draft of chapter five. Considering I uploaded chapter four of SOC a week ago, I'm quite darn happy. It means I'm getting back into my groove thang! Of course, as the chappy sits n the harddrive for a week before editing begins, I'm plotting what happens in chapter six. That should be the last chapter. Then, I have a whole bunch of other fics to work on. Ah, I do so love writing. Keeps me (moderately) sane. I started a fic in school January fifth, right after we came back from the holidays. I've been writing that out by hand between working in school, and I was on page 39 last count. Think I'm on page 41 or 42 now, though. And that's after I stopped writing it for a month to read A Tale of Two Cities for English. I was supposed to have it done before I started, but it bored me. I love Sparknotes-got a 91% on a quiz from SN. One of the, if not the, highest mark in the class of 36. Dude. That's the report, Chika out.
Chapter four is up on the archives!
I'm delighted with how it turned out, just delighted-considering how much I loathed it at first, I think it cam out really well. I loved the part where (This is where you highlight if you don't mind spoilers) Dwayne removed his blindfold at last and described David's appearance and the room. Just made my day with how well it turned out.
Editing is definitely an important part of writing, and one I've learned to cherish. Even if actually doing it is humdrum dull at times. Let's face it: Even when you write something, you can only read it so many times before it gets boring. Thus, taking time and editing slowly really is beneficial to writing and improving. In a story I've written by hand, I can see things I wrote in January that make me cringe. So I edit them when I put it on the computer, and it gets way better than it was before.
Oh, yes.
Chapter five starts with something mentioned-but glossed over-in UB. It was mentioned, but no real specifics were said. See if you can't spot it when I archive it.
>:3
Last night was One Week.
One Week since I put the last chapter away, leaving it alone so I could become a little less attached and edit with more ease. And it worked.
Editing was way easier after ignoring it for a week. So, until I'm extremely satisfied with it, I'll edit once daily. And after that one go-through, it's way better.
Happy!
>:3
Dude.
Like I said, I wrote SOC when I had the inspiration, when the muse and I battled for supremacy. On Saturday night, I won. Muse was crushed beneath my feet. I finished the fourth chapter.
That being said, I'm not looking or editing it until a week has passed. I'm not going to begin editing until Saturday night. Why? Because-well, remember the phrase I included last week? Murder your darlings? I'm going to murder it. Tear it to shreds. I'm going to edit more ferociously than I ever have, and since I already hate the first part, it'll make it easier to rip it up and make it better. That's what Murder your Darlings means in a nutshell. Murder, rip out, scratch up, get rid of the bad, and be left with the good.
I hope. Already hating half will certainly
improve editing abilities. The other half I'm pleased with, which is
part of the reason I'm leaving it for a week. How often have I gone
back to read just three days after uploading a chapter have I cringed?
Just a few days, and I can be over pride enough to rip it to pieces.
So the chapter should be up by Sunday or Monday.
>:3
So, after my last entry, I went back to SOC to see if I could get anywhere with it. And I did. That night, I managed a whole eight hundred words. And believe me, I was happy. I was sure that the muse had returned. Well, it hadn't. Popped in to say hi, and went back on vacation!
So the story's still progressing really slowly, but I'm chipping away at the marble to uncover the statue of David. By that, I'm slowly getting through, writing more, and finding the goodness in the story. But just when I start to get back into my writing groove, I can't think of what next to write.
ARG.
So, I'm going to backburner it, which kills me to say. It's NOT going on hiatus, it'll just be written very slowly whilst I uncover the muse. She's too good at our game of hide-and-seek, I'm afraid. While SOC is semi-backburnered, I'm going to work on a few other things that I've got to write for the Duke of Edinburgh Award (Insert a false, sarcastic fanfare here) and see if that doesn't interest a certain missing muse. If it does, then she'll come running back and ZROOM! SOC will have a whole bunch of chapters. Or I might edit heavily-It's got me angry enough that I'll have no trouble 'Murdering my Darling', as one author put it. Which is how editing can feel sometimes, but nevertheless...
Yes, I will make it work!
>:3
P.S.
The little emoticon above this is my personal favourite. I swear, I
almost want to put it on my headstone when I die. Because it suits me
to a 'T'.
Signs of Change is my second fanfic for The Lost Boys. And so far, it's really challenging.
SOC is about Dwayne, and is second in what I'm calling my Origins series. It could be seen as a companion or parallel to Unknown Blood, because it features some of the same moments in both. Though from different perspectives-UB is from David's and SOC from Dwayne's.
It's the story of Dwayne and how be became Max's second son, the tragedy that shapes his personality.
Problem is, I'm having such a hard time writing it, and it's really frustrating.
Unknown Blood
flowed into MS Word like water frequently, and often if I did get
writer's block, I struggled for a paragraph or two before the flow
returned, stronger than ever. I'm really happy with how it turned out,
and I feel proud of it. It's my first baby.
But with Signs of Change, the writing process is very jerky and not flowing at all. It was for the first chapter, than POOF! There went the muse. The first chapter was published in late February, and the current one-the fourth-is driving me bonkers. I have the major scheme plotted out in my head, thanks partially to UB, but the little details that make it a story aren't there. And it's killing me.
I don't want to put it on the back burner for a while, because then I'll never finish it. But the writing's getting so bad that I don't know what to do. So, I want your opinion!
Follow the link below, read
what's up so far, and then leave a comment here on this blog entry.
Tell me if you have any ideas, suggestions, etc. I REALLY need to hear
them!
The first sign to Dwayne Mathers that life was going downhill was when he wrote that letter to his little sister.
Isabelle lived in Arizona with their father. Dwayne had moved to the little town of Santa Carla six months before for work, finding it in the hotel built just a few years before, the Riolta. He lived in a very small townhouse on the outskirts of the city, but he managed to scrounge up enough money to buy the paper and stamps to write Isabelle every week. His last letter had been written to her on the seventh of April, 1906 He had received no response, which he found odd, until he found a letter to him a week later from a law firm, telling him that his sister and father had died in a fire. The house was gone, all that was left of his family, gone, his life blown to the wind as ashes.
For the time, I'm going to give updates on my fanfictions in here. (It seems that, as of late, J-Rock just hasn't done what it used to do for me. Though it will always hold a dear part of my heart, never fear.)
In this entry, I'll do Unknown Blood. For those of you who have never heard of The Lost Boys, minimize this screen right now, go out to your car, drive to Blockbuster, rent it, and watch it. Now. You really won't regret it.
Anyways, Unknown Blood is a telling of David's turning, not to mention a love affair. Takes place in 1906, so it was-I'll be honest-hard to write at times. Even so, it was one of the most rewarding things I've ever written. In fact, it was THE most rewarding thing. Rated PG-13.
Obligatory excerpt:
David stared at the old man sitting before him.
This was his son?!
Physically, the boy-er, man- was older than him, even though David himself had been eighteen when the unknown conception occurred.
“My mother was Emily Willows,” he said, in a creaky voice. “She died about two months ago.”
Emily. David could remember Emily quite well, as a vibrant young woman with red hair, almost like blood, and green eyes. How often in their short time together had she said, “Smile, David! You look so much brighter when you smile. Like this.” And then she would give him her dazzling smile, and he would crack up with laughter.
That had been eighty years ago. They had lost one another in the chaos and confusion on April 18, 1906. The night of the earthquake.

on Ah, the love of a good edit...