So I added back an additional scene that I'd lopped off and grafted it to the ending. I'm still not 100% sure about it. But it seems to work better than where I'd originally left off and it was nice to retrieve some of those clever lines that I'd tossed away. (Thank goodness for saved drafts.) And now I'm already pondering ways to rewrite the returned lines into something a little more plausible than what I'd put down in the flurry of NaNo. I think I'll go do that now.
This is the way it all ends This is the way it all ends Not with a bang But a PowerPoint presentation So, I just watched the YouTube video about The State of NaNoWriMo , narrated by Kilby Blades, which can be summed up as We don't know how to manage money and you didn't give us enough, so we're closing down. Oh, and some of you were mean to us on the internet, which has something to do with it for some reason. She does at least acknowledge the grooming scandal, and she mentions how terribly, terribly misunderstood that AI piece was, while acting as if that wasn't practically the death blow for the organization, since everyone from individual donors to entire sponsors stopped giving them money. She talks briefly about the MLs, but doesn't say a word about the restrictive and, in some locations, illegal contract they were handed if they wanted to continue to volunteer. She certainly doesn't say anything about the fact that she effectively fired every single ML ...
So I was doing my Three Daily Pages (most folks might know them as Morning Pages, but I'm not always up that early) and this strange and crazy thing poured out that I'm transcribing here for future reference. If you've ever done any kind of serious writing, it's a safe bet you've had to deal with The Thing In Your Head That Keeps Stopping You From Writing. There are a lot of names for it--Resistance, the Inner Critic, the Shitweasel. I sometimes call it the NoMonster. When I was writing this, the thing took on a persona I described as The Ugly Handsome Man. (I picture him as a blond guy in a suit with a face that's just a little too . . . tight, in some way.) This is a speech given by said Ugly Handsome Man, laying out the strategies to my various gremlins for stopping me from working on my current novel. I suspect these strategies may not be unique to my inner battles. I suggest a three-pronged strategy. Three lines of defense. I'd p...
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