RP: What Gets Me Through the Day
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tanarillThat, and tomorrow is Thursday. I <3 Thursdays because they live in the second half of the week and are the day before Friday . . . which, we hope, does not mean that we are going to Shul this week.
Things:
Mother is back from Florida. Grandma is recovering, and has managed to make it to the bottom end of the normal weight range. She needs to eat more, but unlike our Lacha, has no one to run intervention . . .
Father is in South Africa, making sure that diesel engines start in the heat. Hopefully, this will not be like Last Time. He came back with some wonky South African disease that got everyone sick.
Title: Vault
Fandom: ASRP; DP is (C) Bitch Hartman
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Dan opens his mouth
Getting past Mama’s guards hadn’t been difficult, especially after what Heres Tanarill had taught him, and the advanced security systems–designed to protect from the worst ghosts could throw at them and come through unscathed–had been only slightly harder. Now, Dan stood in front of the last door before what he hoped was Mama’s vault. It was quite large, at least a foot of lead. For reasons that he’d never been able to figure out, and Heres Tanarill had tried to explain more than once, it was . . . uncomfortable to phase through lead.
On the other hand, lead reacted to an ectoplasm punch in the same way as everything else.
Dan stepped over the cherry-red metal and stopped.
“Oh, fuck no,” he said. And then, because he was Dan Phantom and he didn’t run, damnit, he turned and backtracked a bit through Mama’s security, before opening a portal and going home to find, and preferably jump, Clockwork.
Behind him, gleaming slightly under the soft yellow lamps, Tressla’s Mighty Spear of Divine Penetration sat on its pillow and sighed to itself. “Damn.”
I would also have posted Drunk!Dan but it happens after a snippet that I have to write for it to make sense that hasn't been written yet. Because it's being mean to me ^^;; Dan needs to swear more, Heres Tanarill isn't being nearly bitchy enough (even though she is depressed) and neither of them are understanding each other. And they have to for it to work.
Damn. Any of you ever have this trouble with your characters when writing them?
Things:
Mother is back from Florida. Grandma is recovering, and has managed to make it to the bottom end of the normal weight range. She needs to eat more, but unlike our Lacha, has no one to run intervention . . .
Father is in South Africa, making sure that diesel engines start in the heat. Hopefully, this will not be like Last Time. He came back with some wonky South African disease that got everyone sick.
Title: Vault
Fandom: ASRP; DP is (C) Bitch Hartman
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Dan opens his mouth
Getting past Mama’s guards hadn’t been difficult, especially after what Heres Tanarill had taught him, and the advanced security systems–designed to protect from the worst ghosts could throw at them and come through unscathed–had been only slightly harder. Now, Dan stood in front of the last door before what he hoped was Mama’s vault. It was quite large, at least a foot of lead. For reasons that he’d never been able to figure out, and Heres Tanarill had tried to explain more than once, it was . . . uncomfortable to phase through lead.
On the other hand, lead reacted to an ectoplasm punch in the same way as everything else.
Dan stepped over the cherry-red metal and stopped.
“Oh, fuck no,” he said. And then, because he was Dan Phantom and he didn’t run, damnit, he turned and backtracked a bit through Mama’s security, before opening a portal and going home to find, and preferably jump, Clockwork.
Behind him, gleaming slightly under the soft yellow lamps, Tressla’s Mighty Spear of Divine Penetration sat on its pillow and sighed to itself. “Damn.”
I would also have posted Drunk!Dan but it happens after a snippet that I have to write for it to make sense that hasn't been written yet. Because it's being mean to me ^^;; Dan needs to swear more, Heres Tanarill isn't being nearly bitchy enough (even though she is depressed) and neither of them are understanding each other. And they have to for it to work.
Damn. Any of you ever have this trouble with your characters when writing them?
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Date: 2007-03-01 05:33 am (UTC)I hope your grandma will be okay. And that you dad doesn't bring back a bug.
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Date: 2007-03-01 07:42 am (UTC)<.< >.> Your grandma needs someone to make sure she eats. Is someone just coming by to check on her too much to hope for? Like a neighbor or a friend or something, just to make sure she eats. My great grandmother died of anorexia when she was mid 80s, it's not something fun to hear about or even know about much less go through.
Any of you ever have this trouble with your characters when writing them?
Yes. My characters haven't done what I've told them since the three year summer. That's why I write novels now. My characters won't STFU and let me end this.
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Date: 2007-03-01 05:27 pm (UTC)And yes. Possibly. My Aunt Janet is going down there a little before Passover, for cleaning, and staying for a while. And also, Grandma's neighbors are pure diabetes, so if someone asks them nicely they'll probably give her a permanent dinner invite. They're awesome like that; I have a permanent pool invite when I'm there.
I am convinced that unless you have the middle of the story written first, they never end. I can write beginnings, which don't end. I can write endings, for which I write beginnings, and then sit there trying to figure out how to go from beginning to end. I have one story that was fully formed when I woke up with it at midnight one night, and I spent two hours writing plot notes before going back to sleep. I may actually finish that one, since I know exactly where it's going.
Maybe.
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Date: 2007-03-01 07:47 pm (UTC)Aunt Janet is a good thing. Awesome neighbors are also a good thing. Now hopefully Grandma follows their suggestions/orders. No offense to Grandma but once past age 75 people get really stubborn. It's like they can remember being able to be independent and do things their own way and now age and good samaratins are trying to take that away from them.
No, even if I know where a story is going that doesn't help. I knew excatly where the Call of Cthulhu novels were going and if that had worked and I had gotten there they would have ended 75,000 words ago. The rest was just the characters taking control of the story and going wherever they wanted with it. I only just ended it last night.
...and the series STILL isn't done.