This isn’t my nose: it’s a false one.*

[bending_sickle]

For the first time in months, I’m writing. I’ve decided to tackle Hero’s Manual first, mainly because of its inherently silly nature, which takes the stress off a bit. I had Chapter 20 (now 21) kind of laid out in notes. Rereading those, I’ve realized just how bizarre my scribbles can be. There’re a few short scenes and interchanges I have to weave in, and a lot more bits of dialogue that I have no idea what they’re about, or where to put them, that I just wrote on a whim.

For example:

“Where’d you get that?”
“Perks of the trade.”

and

“The witch did it.”
“Which witch?”
“…we only have the one.”
“I know, but I’ve always wanted to say that.”

Then there’s the completely bizarre mess I wrote whilst pondering a scene of aliens coming to Earth to play squash (don’t ask), where I mentioned The Diplomatic Prawn of Akravola Delta:

“A prawn! Who brings a prawn to chess?”
“Should I feed it cheese, perhaps?”
“What? Cheese? To a prawn?”
“What’s wrong with cheese? Everyone likes cheese,” he muttered. “S’like choc’late. Universally approved.”

What do I do with this stuff?

Gods, it's been like an hour and I've written one sentence... Writing is hard.

The comforting thought is that there's people in the world who can write, like hippediva who's kindly archived all her fics.

Yesterday I managed to download smutcutter's vid's, which rocked my socks. The "Dancing with Myself" Secret Window one was brilliant.


* Witch, Monty Python and the Holy Grail**
** Memorized line, of course.