Killian's Blog/Website/Whatever

Today, I was feeling a bit unmotivated. The walls in the apartment were (note: ARE) too white, the sky outside was too grey, etc. It was just sort of a bunk day. And though I have, since my point of creative departure this morning, changed my story,* I spent most of my afternoon doodling. Which is code for making Pok é mon versions of myself and Daniel after seeing this . So, behold! Me as a Pok é mon: My attacks aim true Yeah, those are guns on its back And Daniel, as not so much a Pok é mon as "li'l danil: astronaut": Those are tea-shooting cannons on that third one As I said, I also got some actual work done today. Well, I think I did. There is no really good Instruction Manual for Doing Writing the Right Way, so I may be on the right track, or I may be stumbling around a dark room, hitting the garbage disposal instead of the light switch. Only time will tell! PS The closest you will ever get to an Instruction Manual for Doing Writing the Right Way is...

Up until about three days ago, I was about seventy-five pages deep into a novel I had been working on for three and a half years. Sure, that doesn't seem like a whole lot, but I've cut huge chunks out, re-written it time and time again, and was finally picking up some steam on it. And I loved some of the later parts. The beginning, though, drove me absolutely batty (as most things I wrote at age nineteen are wont to do), and there was just no fixing it. At first, I was going to try re-writing the first paragraph blindly and go from there. But that led to me realizing that I want to scrap huge plot points that I think are dumb. That left me with starting over completely. Which is what I have done. Don't worry, I archived the old stuff. I'm not getting rid of it. But the usable bits are pretty insignificant. Fortunately, in the span of two days, I smashed out about 1,300 words, and they are more to my liking. But now I'm hitting that What's Next? wall. The chara...