To tell the truth, I've been struggling with the next chapter. I've rewritten it at least a dozen times. I've rewatched all Ethan episodes to get into his head, and succeeded, but right now I feel I'm not doing Giles justice. He refuses to take charge. Just sits there, moping, and worrying about the grimoire and his broken foot. And he stubbornly refuses to find out what Ethan wants from him, because he tells himself he doesn't care. (which is, actually, a step backwards from him, since he'd decided in the burning car that he's not leaving without Ethan). So, you see, Giles is being a pain in the neck. ;-)
*sigh*
It's always a problem if I get interrupted for a longer stretch of time, but I never get to write in December - too busy with Christmas and two family birthdays.
When I start a story, the creative part of my brain takes over and I just try to write as much as possible, while I'm on the roll. But then the analytical part of my brain takes over, and that's very critical. So I kind of kill my own creativity.
The benefit of the analytical brain half is that it comes up with metaphors and themes and some of the layers. Unfortunately, it's not always easy to put all the ideas into the story without writing endless scenes in which nothing actually happens. :-) Right now, I'm paralyzed by my own over-analytical-ness. But the file is open...
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Date: 2008-02-17 10:53 am (UTC)To tell the truth, I've been struggling with the next chapter. I've rewritten it at least a dozen times. I've rewatched all Ethan episodes to get into his head, and succeeded, but right now I feel I'm not doing Giles justice. He refuses to take charge. Just sits there, moping, and worrying about the grimoire and his broken foot. And he stubbornly refuses to find out what Ethan wants from him, because he tells himself he doesn't care. (which is, actually, a step backwards from him, since he'd decided in the burning car that he's not leaving without Ethan). So, you see, Giles is being a pain in the neck. ;-)
*sigh*
It's always a problem if I get interrupted for a longer stretch of time, but I never get to write in December - too busy with Christmas and two family birthdays.
When I start a story, the creative part of my brain takes over and I just try to write as much as possible, while I'm on the roll. But then the analytical part of my brain takes over, and that's very critical. So I kind of kill my own creativity.
The benefit of the analytical brain half is that it comes up with metaphors and themes and some of the layers. Unfortunately, it's not always easy to put all the ideas into the story without writing endless scenes in which nothing actually happens. :-)
Right now, I'm paralyzed by my own over-analytical-ness. But the file is open...