Not Angel and not Angelica, but that one was close. Both choices were close, and this gave me a lot of brain farts and frustration. I just could not settle on Angel, Angelica, or Angela.
Angel just made me think of Buffy all the time, and i just couldn't stick with it. Yeah, i think Angel is the smoothest, but just can't shake that feeling I'm ripping off Buffy. Angelica was always a default choice for me, it makes me think of RugRats.
It had to be ANgela, a cross between Night of the Demons and SLeepaway camp. Two movies that will always be with me, and so there it is, my homage to two great movies. Angela Del Mara, i think you are just wonderful in the beast that is chapter 3 subsection A, B, and C.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Chapter 12 & 13
I'm a blaze of fury today that knows no limit. AKA, the editing is going good. SO good that I've decided to take a quickie breather, and tell you about it.
Besides the mundane of adding forgotten commas, i was able to flesh out Vasili's character. This had been one of my deep down worries, I like my villain, and love his name. Purposely, he only has one or two real scenes, the rest are more focused on who he's with. Chapters 12 and 13, he spends time with some witches. Mombi, rightly so, is the star of these chapters, her last appearance unless i need her again, and so far i don't. Unless you read Land of Oz, seen the HBO cartoon, or saw the movie Return to Oz, you have no idea who Mombi is. The parts i take to explain to the reader who she is are nothing short of fantastic in my view. I love them, and her role in the beginning is on point, and really digs down to the type of person Mombi is. All I'm going to say is that i channel a little Ayn Rand when putting her into this role. The wizard and Vasili are the moochers to her productive soul. It works, trust me. Thanks to the militia of political second hand feeders, Randian references are all over the place. Please, let me assure you that i have no intention of using the resemblance to further some political goal. They are only used to accent what a hard worker Mombi is, a contradiction you say, then i have a parade for you to go to, and it wont be a fun one.
Damn, talk about being all over the place. Let's get back to what i was discussing, Vasili. I know who he is, and what his intentions are, but I'm starting to wonder about a few things. Should i keep his real identity a secret throughout the whole work. It's an idea I'm warming up to, and the decision may have already been made. Vasili will join the ranks of The Haunting, and you will forever wonder if he is what you think he is, or maybe your imagination will fetch up something better.
I did find a three page bit with the Upstairs President that really belongs elsewhere. To the notepad i go.
It doesn't make much sense, but these chapters really signal a marked progress towards the beginning of the end. I'm going to have to do a little skimming, and see if these twin pieces are better suited a hundred pages down the line. I'm not sure. It might be better to break them up, but it just may upset the apple cart about something that only I'm worried about. A good majority of my worries become unfounded when editing.
Oh well, that's it for now.
Besides the mundane of adding forgotten commas, i was able to flesh out Vasili's character. This had been one of my deep down worries, I like my villain, and love his name. Purposely, he only has one or two real scenes, the rest are more focused on who he's with. Chapters 12 and 13, he spends time with some witches. Mombi, rightly so, is the star of these chapters, her last appearance unless i need her again, and so far i don't. Unless you read Land of Oz, seen the HBO cartoon, or saw the movie Return to Oz, you have no idea who Mombi is. The parts i take to explain to the reader who she is are nothing short of fantastic in my view. I love them, and her role in the beginning is on point, and really digs down to the type of person Mombi is. All I'm going to say is that i channel a little Ayn Rand when putting her into this role. The wizard and Vasili are the moochers to her productive soul. It works, trust me. Thanks to the militia of political second hand feeders, Randian references are all over the place. Please, let me assure you that i have no intention of using the resemblance to further some political goal. They are only used to accent what a hard worker Mombi is, a contradiction you say, then i have a parade for you to go to, and it wont be a fun one.
Damn, talk about being all over the place. Let's get back to what i was discussing, Vasili. I know who he is, and what his intentions are, but I'm starting to wonder about a few things. Should i keep his real identity a secret throughout the whole work. It's an idea I'm warming up to, and the decision may have already been made. Vasili will join the ranks of The Haunting, and you will forever wonder if he is what you think he is, or maybe your imagination will fetch up something better.
I did find a three page bit with the Upstairs President that really belongs elsewhere. To the notepad i go.
It doesn't make much sense, but these chapters really signal a marked progress towards the beginning of the end. I'm going to have to do a little skimming, and see if these twin pieces are better suited a hundred pages down the line. I'm not sure. It might be better to break them up, but it just may upset the apple cart about something that only I'm worried about. A good majority of my worries become unfounded when editing.
Oh well, that's it for now.
Towards another synopsis Part One
Since I'm not quite ready to dive into Chapter 20, i thought working on a new synopsis would be a good idea. At least before I get back to cleaning house. For Valentines day, a couple romantic techno tracks. Which sounds like the same music, but just with titles like Love Romance Pepper.
I can accurately lay out my chores for this book. There are the last four chapter I mentioned yesterday, and the last round of editing or the third draft. The way i look at it, the final draft will be the easiest. Seventy five percent of it will be grammar and sentence structure. It may sound a bit tedious, but it really isn't. Leaving myself some breathing room, i doubt if I'll be rewriting twenty five percent of the book. Don't think so. It usually begins with a slight apprehension about the quality of the pages I'm about to edit, but after a few minutes, I see there's no problem. Crazy? You betcha (sorry)
Mechanics sound good? Now what's it about?
Well with my reading background, it was always going to be something with Adventure. I have read a fair bit of Romance in my life, but that's neither here nor there. There weren't going to be any monsters, then there were. As far as self contained, it wasn't going to be. This is the part where you usually have to make some point, especially if you want to make one. Is the word I'm looking for grand?
No matter how far you run, your destination will be slightly beyond your grasp. It's begins with seedy morals, and an ambitious quest. Years ago one man became king, and set in motion events that would cross time and space. I've been watching Dark Shadows, sorry. Just accept the fact, it hurt me more than it hurt you. Seriously, we're treated to an upstart king, a political science major on the run, one of those failed last ditch efforts, and an airship. Once things calm down, we're treated to a train traveling south through barely lit farm country, as the main actor arrives at his small university setting. Off the train, there are two treats, a forcibly imposed adventurous prelude, and a new friendly face to take him out drinking.
Before i go any further, let me say something about the different types of adventure. This isn't going to be dungeons or dragons, I don't think there are any swords in it, but there is a wizard. Just not the type you're thinking of. I doubt any of the people are interested in making the world a better place. Well maybe one person is, but he has to ditch his fantastical obligations before he can even think of home based devilry.
If i had to pick a type, I'd tell you about Vertigo Comics, and what do i say right away, an issue about a woman off her meds. They were for fear of heights. The type goes good with my sarcastic hand. A man intent on living a quiet life constantly making choices that contradict that goal. Then finding himself with extra normal abilities, and the imposition of the type of people it attracts. In the process, i have created a bit of a universe. From one prisoner escaping, came the collusion of two worlds. The borders are opening.
Alright, this is not going to be as full as i had intended. Which means the other editing is going great. I will see you all next time.
I can accurately lay out my chores for this book. There are the last four chapter I mentioned yesterday, and the last round of editing or the third draft. The way i look at it, the final draft will be the easiest. Seventy five percent of it will be grammar and sentence structure. It may sound a bit tedious, but it really isn't. Leaving myself some breathing room, i doubt if I'll be rewriting twenty five percent of the book. Don't think so. It usually begins with a slight apprehension about the quality of the pages I'm about to edit, but after a few minutes, I see there's no problem. Crazy? You betcha (sorry)
Mechanics sound good? Now what's it about?
Well with my reading background, it was always going to be something with Adventure. I have read a fair bit of Romance in my life, but that's neither here nor there. There weren't going to be any monsters, then there were. As far as self contained, it wasn't going to be. This is the part where you usually have to make some point, especially if you want to make one. Is the word I'm looking for grand?
No matter how far you run, your destination will be slightly beyond your grasp. It's begins with seedy morals, and an ambitious quest. Years ago one man became king, and set in motion events that would cross time and space. I've been watching Dark Shadows, sorry. Just accept the fact, it hurt me more than it hurt you. Seriously, we're treated to an upstart king, a political science major on the run, one of those failed last ditch efforts, and an airship. Once things calm down, we're treated to a train traveling south through barely lit farm country, as the main actor arrives at his small university setting. Off the train, there are two treats, a forcibly imposed adventurous prelude, and a new friendly face to take him out drinking.
Before i go any further, let me say something about the different types of adventure. This isn't going to be dungeons or dragons, I don't think there are any swords in it, but there is a wizard. Just not the type you're thinking of. I doubt any of the people are interested in making the world a better place. Well maybe one person is, but he has to ditch his fantastical obligations before he can even think of home based devilry.
If i had to pick a type, I'd tell you about Vertigo Comics, and what do i say right away, an issue about a woman off her meds. They were for fear of heights. The type goes good with my sarcastic hand. A man intent on living a quiet life constantly making choices that contradict that goal. Then finding himself with extra normal abilities, and the imposition of the type of people it attracts. In the process, i have created a bit of a universe. From one prisoner escaping, came the collusion of two worlds. The borders are opening.
Alright, this is not going to be as full as i had intended. Which means the other editing is going great. I will see you all next time.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
First post of 2010
Being sick and procrastination go hand in hand, and to prove that, i will now take a half hour pause simultaneously blow my nose, and listen to Russian pop music. My only consolation is that i will be listening to this as a write, it's something. See you in a few decades worth of minutes.
Back, and only the span of a dog's potty break, and my cigarette separate us. Doesn't the mucus membrane of closeness reverberate all around us, anyways.
Today, i devote my mental meanderings to Chapters 19 & 20. One of the things that worries me is my reliance on dialogue. It's one boast i will allow myself, i think I'm pretty slick and witty with the conversations between my characters. Reminding me of this woman i knew, she happened to be handy with narrative/acting directions, but her dialogue was the pits, a handful of fuck you(s), and yes pleases litter my memory like a bad night of boozing and crouching in the bushes.
Ah yes, conversations, i donated a chapter back in the mid-section to conversations, but thankfully, I now know they are going to be divvied up, and scattered to where they are better needed, like towards the end. That little convenient nugget, and my rough outline for the rest of Chapter 20 has saved my ass from possibly having to write two hundred more pages. Chapter 20, depending how much i get done this weekend, should be completed no later than the end of the month. There's a little bit of counting my chickens before they are hatched, but the worry is more not less. I still may need to flesh out Mark Tavers a bit more, he probably needs one more chapter to get his personality through, the trials of an unwieldy cast.
Hmmm, that would be four chapters within a hundred pages, it does seem a bit tight. AH well, hope springs eternal, especially if you're a voter. One chapter for Mark, one for Jake and Chad (which is started), one for the conclusion of the events at Southern, and the last chapter at O'Hare. That doesn't even count the interludes, but these are usually short, or they should be short, God knows i try, but sometimes these things write themselves.
I'm not sure if i've really hashed out what was in Chapter 19, but it's another Government under the stairs chapter, and so is Chapter 20, predominately. I'm going to go into 20, and see if i can squeeze in some bits for Mark, and save myself a little effort. Putting both chapters together, the split between action and dialogue is 50/50, that shouldn't change too much if i end the chapter with a little traveling.
I'm getting better at talking about the project without giving up any of the secrets. But as they say, spoilers on, but you needn't worry, it won't be too bad. Rebecca Fastet is in Chicago to study/bag Mark Tavers before he becomes to comfortable with his abilities, joined by Christie Reyes, they meet up to go over the case, and the various anxieties that go along with battling your victims ghost and superpowers. At this point, i don't know if Mark will be alive at the end, but it doesn't really matter because there is more involved than a wiz who can talk to and control machines, imagine what he can do at an airport, and you have part of my last chapter. BUt there's more, Rebecca knows about the door buried deep in the bowels of the Terminals where the pilots stash their belongings, and are treated to discounted bacon and eggs. Through these tunnels, deep down where the furnace boils, warming a small city, is the door. The door Rain/Ozma is desperately dragging Jake Fastet towards, but what will he think when he sees his mother waiting for him. It is another reason, she's in Chicago, knowing that the calamity down at Southern will not contain him, and the only thing to do is wait for him to show up, and the door will open.
Dammit, I'm talking about the end of the book, and not the chapters, good job. But this is something I've been free with since the beginning of the book. You realize after the first fifty pages, i hope, that while documenting what happened down South, Jake and his fictitious partners in magic and virtue are making their way up North to Chicago in order to begin the next leg of this journey. Forced to recount his misadventures to a person he doesn't believe in, his trip back up North, covered in the interludes, is discomforting to anyone traveling a virtuous path.
But that's not the point, as you can see, i have very little control over these things. Once again, I'm all over the place, and can't get my topic straight. For those who have heard me speak in public, you'll know what i mean.
Rebbecca uses scientific wizardry to access the special project the downstairs president wants her to see. They've finally gotten some control over their pet monsters, and have burrowed a tunnel from underneath Washington DC to some Podunk coal mining town in Northern Virginia, YEAH GEOGRAPHY CLASS. Don't tread too deeply in the coalmines where the zombies roam, but i lie, they aren't in the coalmine, but you don't really need to know too much. A bit of action, commentary, and some lore, good stuff. And remember disgruntled reader, it's only a device nothing more. Once the show is done, Christie walks in, and they begin to go over the Mark Tavers case. There is a lot of recriminations over Christi's attitude, but she has just been mugged my a ghost, and is very stressed over the constant threats to her life by means she's not used to, she's used to be shot at with bullets. To face the antisocial verbal and powered retorts of Jake Fastet has left her disgruntled. Rebbecca, who still desires to use her cover when confronted with her son, talks her down.
BLAH BLAH BLAH more good vibes, or machinations/exposition, and presto, we're ready to get to work, maybe. The end of the chapter is a little unclear, as they discuss each of the projects, we'll flash to the victims, and get a little endtimes mojo going. That's really all there is to it as i hobble towards the airport, and try to figure out who'll get there.
With the events of my last interlude, i've left myself a window to winnow some people out, not permanently, but just long enough to have a clear concise ending.
Let me just leave it with a few more words. Last night, I worked late for dinner and a movie, we saw Valentines Day. What a large, disorganized cast of characters, and I'm sitting there waiting for each of their storyline's to be tied up. That old friend paranoia stopped by, but i told him to get lost. As otherworldly as it may be, i still have a plot, no matter how many people are involved. Just not as many people that were in Valentine's Day. Who was the kind of rugged man? That was Ashton Kutchner. Oh, nevermind.
I'm done.
Back, and only the span of a dog's potty break, and my cigarette separate us. Doesn't the mucus membrane of closeness reverberate all around us, anyways.
Today, i devote my mental meanderings to Chapters 19 & 20. One of the things that worries me is my reliance on dialogue. It's one boast i will allow myself, i think I'm pretty slick and witty with the conversations between my characters. Reminding me of this woman i knew, she happened to be handy with narrative/acting directions, but her dialogue was the pits, a handful of fuck you(s), and yes pleases litter my memory like a bad night of boozing and crouching in the bushes.
Ah yes, conversations, i donated a chapter back in the mid-section to conversations, but thankfully, I now know they are going to be divvied up, and scattered to where they are better needed, like towards the end. That little convenient nugget, and my rough outline for the rest of Chapter 20 has saved my ass from possibly having to write two hundred more pages. Chapter 20, depending how much i get done this weekend, should be completed no later than the end of the month. There's a little bit of counting my chickens before they are hatched, but the worry is more not less. I still may need to flesh out Mark Tavers a bit more, he probably needs one more chapter to get his personality through, the trials of an unwieldy cast.
Hmmm, that would be four chapters within a hundred pages, it does seem a bit tight. AH well, hope springs eternal, especially if you're a voter. One chapter for Mark, one for Jake and Chad (which is started), one for the conclusion of the events at Southern, and the last chapter at O'Hare. That doesn't even count the interludes, but these are usually short, or they should be short, God knows i try, but sometimes these things write themselves.
I'm not sure if i've really hashed out what was in Chapter 19, but it's another Government under the stairs chapter, and so is Chapter 20, predominately. I'm going to go into 20, and see if i can squeeze in some bits for Mark, and save myself a little effort. Putting both chapters together, the split between action and dialogue is 50/50, that shouldn't change too much if i end the chapter with a little traveling.
I'm getting better at talking about the project without giving up any of the secrets. But as they say, spoilers on, but you needn't worry, it won't be too bad. Rebecca Fastet is in Chicago to study/bag Mark Tavers before he becomes to comfortable with his abilities, joined by Christie Reyes, they meet up to go over the case, and the various anxieties that go along with battling your victims ghost and superpowers. At this point, i don't know if Mark will be alive at the end, but it doesn't really matter because there is more involved than a wiz who can talk to and control machines, imagine what he can do at an airport, and you have part of my last chapter. BUt there's more, Rebecca knows about the door buried deep in the bowels of the Terminals where the pilots stash their belongings, and are treated to discounted bacon and eggs. Through these tunnels, deep down where the furnace boils, warming a small city, is the door. The door Rain/Ozma is desperately dragging Jake Fastet towards, but what will he think when he sees his mother waiting for him. It is another reason, she's in Chicago, knowing that the calamity down at Southern will not contain him, and the only thing to do is wait for him to show up, and the door will open.
Dammit, I'm talking about the end of the book, and not the chapters, good job. But this is something I've been free with since the beginning of the book. You realize after the first fifty pages, i hope, that while documenting what happened down South, Jake and his fictitious partners in magic and virtue are making their way up North to Chicago in order to begin the next leg of this journey. Forced to recount his misadventures to a person he doesn't believe in, his trip back up North, covered in the interludes, is discomforting to anyone traveling a virtuous path.
But that's not the point, as you can see, i have very little control over these things. Once again, I'm all over the place, and can't get my topic straight. For those who have heard me speak in public, you'll know what i mean.
Rebbecca uses scientific wizardry to access the special project the downstairs president wants her to see. They've finally gotten some control over their pet monsters, and have burrowed a tunnel from underneath Washington DC to some Podunk coal mining town in Northern Virginia, YEAH GEOGRAPHY CLASS. Don't tread too deeply in the coalmines where the zombies roam, but i lie, they aren't in the coalmine, but you don't really need to know too much. A bit of action, commentary, and some lore, good stuff. And remember disgruntled reader, it's only a device nothing more. Once the show is done, Christie walks in, and they begin to go over the Mark Tavers case. There is a lot of recriminations over Christi's attitude, but she has just been mugged my a ghost, and is very stressed over the constant threats to her life by means she's not used to, she's used to be shot at with bullets. To face the antisocial verbal and powered retorts of Jake Fastet has left her disgruntled. Rebbecca, who still desires to use her cover when confronted with her son, talks her down.
BLAH BLAH BLAH more good vibes, or machinations/exposition, and presto, we're ready to get to work, maybe. The end of the chapter is a little unclear, as they discuss each of the projects, we'll flash to the victims, and get a little endtimes mojo going. That's really all there is to it as i hobble towards the airport, and try to figure out who'll get there.
With the events of my last interlude, i've left myself a window to winnow some people out, not permanently, but just long enough to have a clear concise ending.
Let me just leave it with a few more words. Last night, I worked late for dinner and a movie, we saw Valentines Day. What a large, disorganized cast of characters, and I'm sitting there waiting for each of their storyline's to be tied up. That old friend paranoia stopped by, but i told him to get lost. As otherworldly as it may be, i still have a plot, no matter how many people are involved. Just not as many people that were in Valentine's Day. Who was the kind of rugged man? That was Ashton Kutchner. Oh, nevermind.
I'm done.
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