Oct the Sixth
Okay, I’m breaking the biggest rule there is to novelwriting: I’m stopping in the middle of a subchapter.
Well, it’s not the middle. I got through the first three subcs of chapter Saturday (a day of Death, and what a day it is, though the chapter takes place entirely at night) and it hit me that, the way I set it up, I wouldn’t be able to include the line “Gobon fled into the endless wood, and Albey the Mad Poet followed.”
So, the fourth subchapter is going to start with that line. I don’t know how I’m going to make it fit into the story, but god damnit I know that I’m going to do it. The line is too clean, the homage to Sai King too beautiful not to put in. SO, I put it in, and when I pick back up tomorrow, I’m going to figure out how to make it work. Worst case scenario I’ll just make it a dream sequence or something (not literally a dream though. Actually, not a “dream” at all – in writing this entry an idea has popped into my head, and I’m going to let it mature overnight. Heheheheheh. I am novelwriter, hear me roar), I’m sure I’ll figure it out.
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Anywho, back to real life, I’m go’n’a go to the library and bug my girlfriend and try to get her to make out with me between the shelves when nobody’s looking. Last time it happened she tricked me into it, so I figure I owe her a little payback.
*rubs hands together greedily*
Oh, and also, I wound up not writing yesterday. I don’t know why, it just didn’t feel right. I want to enjoy this, y’know? It’s my first book, I’m only going to get one of these, and I don’t want the memory of writing it to be miserable. It worked out for the better, anyway: I got almost 4,000 words done in three hours today, that’s a new record for me. It’s almost like I let it build up and it exploded out of me; probably not going to do that again if I can help it, for Balance is key, but it’s good to know that if I miss a day I won’t have to start back at square one and have no idea what to write.
Writing fiction is a very strange experience, not really like anything else I’ve done. It honest to god feels like this idea exists outside of my mind and I’m just a translator. I’ve probably written that a trillion times in here already, but like… that’s how it feels. Fuck it, this is my journal, nobody’s going to read it. I’m not even going to read it. I can write anything I want.
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Tori’s boobs are softer than kittens with down feathers for fur. Taste better, too. Her nipples are like Hershey’s kisses except not brown. And they’re sweeter, too. Sweeter than sugar itself. And she likes when I bite them, mayhap even more than I like biting them.
Okay I got’a get to the library bye.
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Say thankya, Journal. ‘Preciate ya. Long days and pleasant nights~
Hello Commons, this has been the next journal entry from Untitled Bigfoot Project, a novel about a writer who writes a novel about bigfoot.
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