Well, there's a draft, anyway. Progress of a sort. I'm going to start typing it tomorrow and seeing if I can make something out of what fell out of my head onto paper tonight (the initial three pages look good for a meager beginning, and since I don't often praise my work right off, that's something right there.)
Unfortunately, I had to toss out all of the plot of the first portion in order to completely revamp this part, and it's going to alter the beginning of Part 2 drastically. However, if Part 1 is well-established and strong, there is no reason at all why Part 2 won't be helped by Part 1's major renovations.
I went with the island idea, and took away Darren's adoptive mum in a hurricane, gave him some friends and a mentor, AND gave him an adversary to go up against, all in three pages. No one on this island actually knows who he is, so I'm going to have to get creative (oh, ha dee ha) in order to tell him who he really is.
Let's hope the good work keeps up for long enough so I can finish this.
Ta,
Bec
19.11.13
18.11.13
Hitches, Glitches, and a Whole Lot of Tired
So, I was writing again last week. Everything was flying along when
CLUNK
The engine fell out of the plane and landed on my plot.
So to speak.
The plan I had figured out blew up spectacularly in my face, and now I may have to rewrite rewrite (yes, I meant to put two there) the entire damn plot of the first section.
I was already rewriting and now I'll just have to start over. For the fourth time.
Yay?
I am working 40 hours a week right now and am a walking ball of exhausted. This kind of stuff just annoys the everlasting hell out of me. I hate it when things go pear-shaped.
I'm going to have to go drastic on this next rewrite, though, because I think I've exhausted my options as far as what I could have done with it in our world. I think I'm going to start the next one on an island or something (gee, have I been watching Arrow much or anything?)
What happened with this rewrite was that I had too many crises happening on top of one another and it was just crisis, pause, another crisis, pause, CRISIS. It began to feel rushed and messy and that's the last thing I wanted, especially seeing as I don't want to be the one going back and fixing what I broke (again.) The next part has gaps of stuff between the crises, at least.
It's like I have no room to write in that house anymore. I've run out of ideas for keeping Darren in that house, and I'm thinking maybe it's time to let the house go.
Meanwhile, not much else going on with me. Trying to write this thing and make it work for the story is going to be difficult.
Ta,
Bec
CLUNK
The engine fell out of the plane and landed on my plot.
So to speak.
The plan I had figured out blew up spectacularly in my face, and now I may have to rewrite rewrite (yes, I meant to put two there) the entire damn plot of the first section.
I was already rewriting and now I'll just have to start over. For the fourth time.
Yay?
I am working 40 hours a week right now and am a walking ball of exhausted. This kind of stuff just annoys the everlasting hell out of me. I hate it when things go pear-shaped.
I'm going to have to go drastic on this next rewrite, though, because I think I've exhausted my options as far as what I could have done with it in our world. I think I'm going to start the next one on an island or something (gee, have I been watching Arrow much or anything?)
What happened with this rewrite was that I had too many crises happening on top of one another and it was just crisis, pause, another crisis, pause, CRISIS. It began to feel rushed and messy and that's the last thing I wanted, especially seeing as I don't want to be the one going back and fixing what I broke (again.) The next part has gaps of stuff between the crises, at least.
It's like I have no room to write in that house anymore. I've run out of ideas for keeping Darren in that house, and I'm thinking maybe it's time to let the house go.
Meanwhile, not much else going on with me. Trying to write this thing and make it work for the story is going to be difficult.
Ta,
Bec
5.11.13
Predictions AGAIN? Premiere Date Thoughts
First, a disclaimer: I am American. I hate it. I can't watch the shows I want for three extra weeks because of first-showing rights in the U.K.
Bah. Humbug. I am not going to avoid the Internet (because I'd have to avoid the WHOLE THING ENTIRELY) for three weeks because people can't keep their spoilers down and their mouths (and fingers) shut. I have waited two years for this damn premiere and I am not waiting one second longer than is necessary, because every minute I haven't seen it, I take the risk some snot-nosed brat from the UK is going to scream the answer for the whole world to hear and ruin it for me. Last time, no one here waited anyhow-the interview in New York for PBS told me that (one person in the room hadn't seen it, and I wanted their level of patience.)
There's also the issue of PBS cutting minutes from the episodes. OK, so it's only about ten minutes. Don't care. I want the whole thing at once, in one piece, the way it was meant to be seen.
So, I will not wait. I can't. I won't. Someone will stream it online day after and I'm going to be watching it with my fist in my mouth, tears running down my face, and the Earl Grey near at hand.
SO, disclaimer over. On with prediction!
I am calling this now so I can be showered with praise later (or scorned because I'm a damned idiot.)
Sunday, December 29th, 2013 is my unofficial date for Empty Hearse's premiere on BBC1.
Not because anyone has said it yet, BUT we can make an educated ASSUMPTION based on this:
1. Premiere of BFI screening of the first episode is December 15th. Any date after that is fair game. Sunday is the most likely day of all, seeing as the last one premiered on a Sunday. Makes sense.
2. Doctor #11 dies at Christmas (SNIFFLE) and 12 is born (HOORAY!) Sherlock will not interfere with this because of the simple fact that the creators work for both damn shows. No premiere before Christmas, then, which axes the 22nd. It's too close to the screening date, anyhow-last time there was almost a month between the date of the BFI screening (December 7th) and the actual episode coming out on January 1st.
3. The next Sunday of the year that comes along (and last) is December 29th. It works out very neatly-Empty Hearse on the 29th, Sign of Three on January 5th, and Last Vow on the 12th. If it were to premiere the 5th of January, the last episode will be running the same night as the 1st one here...not something they probably want to happen. BBC gets first-window rights-I would assume that means all the episodes have to air before the Americans get them...hence, December 29th is the last Sunday for the episode to premiere.
5. I would hate for it to be later anyway. I already made a countdown chart, and if they change the date, it would screw me all up!
Thoughts, theories, comments welcome(keep the nasty comments on my character to a minimum.) If Sue Vertue wants to come confirm or deny my little theory, FEEL FREE, SUE! AND YOU'RE WELCOME!
Ta,
Bec
PS: Wales Online agrees with me...http://www.walesonline.co.uk/whats-on/film-tv/sherlock-back-season-3-info-6282266
Bah. Humbug. I am not going to avoid the Internet (because I'd have to avoid the WHOLE THING ENTIRELY) for three weeks because people can't keep their spoilers down and their mouths (and fingers) shut. I have waited two years for this damn premiere and I am not waiting one second longer than is necessary, because every minute I haven't seen it, I take the risk some snot-nosed brat from the UK is going to scream the answer for the whole world to hear and ruin it for me. Last time, no one here waited anyhow-the interview in New York for PBS told me that (one person in the room hadn't seen it, and I wanted their level of patience.)
There's also the issue of PBS cutting minutes from the episodes. OK, so it's only about ten minutes. Don't care. I want the whole thing at once, in one piece, the way it was meant to be seen.
So, I will not wait. I can't. I won't. Someone will stream it online day after and I'm going to be watching it with my fist in my mouth, tears running down my face, and the Earl Grey near at hand.
SO, disclaimer over. On with prediction!
I am calling this now so I can be showered with praise later (or scorned because I'm a damned idiot.)
Sunday, December 29th, 2013 is my unofficial date for Empty Hearse's premiere on BBC1.
Not because anyone has said it yet, BUT we can make an educated ASSUMPTION based on this:
1. Premiere of BFI screening of the first episode is December 15th. Any date after that is fair game. Sunday is the most likely day of all, seeing as the last one premiered on a Sunday. Makes sense.
2. Doctor #11 dies at Christmas (SNIFFLE) and 12 is born (HOORAY!) Sherlock will not interfere with this because of the simple fact that the creators work for both damn shows. No premiere before Christmas, then, which axes the 22nd. It's too close to the screening date, anyhow-last time there was almost a month between the date of the BFI screening (December 7th) and the actual episode coming out on January 1st.
3. The next Sunday of the year that comes along (and last) is December 29th. It works out very neatly-Empty Hearse on the 29th, Sign of Three on January 5th, and Last Vow on the 12th. If it were to premiere the 5th of January, the last episode will be running the same night as the 1st one here...not something they probably want to happen. BBC gets first-window rights-I would assume that means all the episodes have to air before the Americans get them...hence, December 29th is the last Sunday for the episode to premiere.
5. I would hate for it to be later anyway. I already made a countdown chart, and if they change the date, it would screw me all up!
Thoughts, theories, comments welcome(keep the nasty comments on my character to a minimum.) If Sue Vertue wants to come confirm or deny my little theory, FEEL FREE, SUE! AND YOU'RE WELCOME!
Ta,
Bec
PS: Wales Online agrees with me...http://www.walesonline.co.uk/whats-on/film-tv/sherlock-back-season-3-info-6282266
Headache
And it's a persistent little sucker, this one. It started last night at work, hung on despite two Tylenol, and decided to come back for another round this morning. It's not a bad headache; just enough to make my right temple pound every once in a while and make me irritable.
I tried putting my head down below the rest of me (supposed to send the blood north.) Didn't work. Tried sit-ups for the endorphins (a bit.) Didn't work. Now I just drank a cup of mild coffee with caffeine in it in the hopes of knocking this sucker out (they put caffeine in migraine meds to open up blood vessels.) So far, so good-ish. Head's still throbbing a little.
Maybe I'll have to get a soda today from Culver's down the road and drink that (ooh, my caffeine buzz is going to be hellish later if I do that.) I don't drink caffeine on a regular basis-it's a terrible trap for someone with little to no energy to start with to drink something that gives an energy boost. My mother used to have this-she got stuck on caffeine to keep functioning. She's already warned me that it's a bad way to go, and I listened for once. You won't see me touching energy drinks ever. Too tempting and can really mess up my sleeping and consciousness patterns if I indulge in coffee too often. I'd rather be tired than be awake half the night because I drank an expresso at the wrong time.
But if I do get the shakes from it and get a headache, I'll know why I have it.
Mum and I think it's the pressure of the oncoming storm system that's supposed to load us down with snow tonight. She's got one, but hers is in a different spot entirely and it's been running two weeks straight (we have managed to get identical headaches, in the same place in our heads, at the exact same time before when the weather was about to do something. I kid not. Should have seen the look on Dad's face when we were comparing headaches and found out we were sporting a matching set. Like salt and pepper shakers, except with barometers falling sharply and imaginary axes stabbing gleefully into your skull. Cue Psycho theme: REE REE REE REE...)
Maybe I'm registering the pressure change and she's not this time (who knows with fibro?) She thinks hers is blood pressure issues-meaning if she does have the one I have at all, she wouldn't be able to tell anyhow because they're probably blending together in there like a chocolate milkshake of pain.
Mum gets the added bonus of "headache guilt" from hers because her sister has horrible, awful migraines that go on for months. Mum also gets to take really nice painkillers like prescription Vicodin to get rid of hers if she wants to. I have to manage with Tylenol and situps and caffeinated coffee. Not that I'm complaining-Vicodin's not one of my favorite medications to take (usually I'm really bad off when I do take it.)
Caffeine seems to have eased the one I have off a smidge, at least I can think around it now. Let's hope to God it stays that way. I hate taking pills, especially when they do nothing to help the problem.
On happier notes, my bear paw plant is thriving happily on the windowsill. Here's a photo of him...
I have not decided if his name is Pooh or Paddington (that would be to annoy my mother, who hates Paddington Bear. Something about him and the somehow related topic of Nazi Santa. Don't get her started on that one-oi.) I could also go with
Fuzzy Wuzzy (But mine HAS fuzz and he didn't.)
Beorn (I like this. This might work.)
Fozzie (Like Fozzie. He's an alright guy.)
Teddy Ruxpin (had one of these as a kid.)
Yogi (I don't see my plant stealing pic-a-nic baskets anytime soon...)
Baloo (Loved him as a kid and was obsessed with the movie when I was three.)
Snuggle (scares the crud out of me and my sister. Really.)
Choices, choices...
I think Beorn. So noble and it's Tolkien. Perfect.
I have things to be doing and my headache is gone, so I'll talk at you soon,
Ta,
Bec
I tried putting my head down below the rest of me (supposed to send the blood north.) Didn't work. Tried sit-ups for the endorphins (a bit.) Didn't work. Now I just drank a cup of mild coffee with caffeine in it in the hopes of knocking this sucker out (they put caffeine in migraine meds to open up blood vessels.) So far, so good-ish. Head's still throbbing a little.
Maybe I'll have to get a soda today from Culver's down the road and drink that (ooh, my caffeine buzz is going to be hellish later if I do that.) I don't drink caffeine on a regular basis-it's a terrible trap for someone with little to no energy to start with to drink something that gives an energy boost. My mother used to have this-she got stuck on caffeine to keep functioning. She's already warned me that it's a bad way to go, and I listened for once. You won't see me touching energy drinks ever. Too tempting and can really mess up my sleeping and consciousness patterns if I indulge in coffee too often. I'd rather be tired than be awake half the night because I drank an expresso at the wrong time.
But if I do get the shakes from it and get a headache, I'll know why I have it.
Mum and I think it's the pressure of the oncoming storm system that's supposed to load us down with snow tonight. She's got one, but hers is in a different spot entirely and it's been running two weeks straight (we have managed to get identical headaches, in the same place in our heads, at the exact same time before when the weather was about to do something. I kid not. Should have seen the look on Dad's face when we were comparing headaches and found out we were sporting a matching set. Like salt and pepper shakers, except with barometers falling sharply and imaginary axes stabbing gleefully into your skull. Cue Psycho theme: REE REE REE REE...)
Maybe I'm registering the pressure change and she's not this time (who knows with fibro?) She thinks hers is blood pressure issues-meaning if she does have the one I have at all, she wouldn't be able to tell anyhow because they're probably blending together in there like a chocolate milkshake of pain.
Mum gets the added bonus of "headache guilt" from hers because her sister has horrible, awful migraines that go on for months. Mum also gets to take really nice painkillers like prescription Vicodin to get rid of hers if she wants to. I have to manage with Tylenol and situps and caffeinated coffee. Not that I'm complaining-Vicodin's not one of my favorite medications to take (usually I'm really bad off when I do take it.)
Caffeine seems to have eased the one I have off a smidge, at least I can think around it now. Let's hope to God it stays that way. I hate taking pills, especially when they do nothing to help the problem.
On happier notes, my bear paw plant is thriving happily on the windowsill. Here's a photo of him...
I have not decided if his name is Pooh or Paddington (that would be to annoy my mother, who hates Paddington Bear. Something about him and the somehow related topic of Nazi Santa. Don't get her started on that one-oi.) I could also go with
Fuzzy Wuzzy (But mine HAS fuzz and he didn't.)
Beorn (I like this. This might work.)
Fozzie (Like Fozzie. He's an alright guy.)
Teddy Ruxpin (had one of these as a kid.)
Yogi (I don't see my plant stealing pic-a-nic baskets anytime soon...)
Baloo (Loved him as a kid and was obsessed with the movie when I was three.)
Snuggle (scares the crud out of me and my sister. Really.)
Choices, choices...
I think Beorn. So noble and it's Tolkien. Perfect.
I have things to be doing and my headache is gone, so I'll talk at you soon,
Ta,
Bec
4.11.13
This Is Going To Be A Long Week
What a week coming up.
I work four days of it, and whether I get Wednesday or Friday off has yet to be determined. Wednesday is the day I scheduled my appointment for hopefully starting to fix my consistently upset and miserable digestive system. I am sick of being miserable and I am going to hopefully have this part of my misery remedied.
Friday is an old friend's funeral. He was the person who got me into the choir when I was 14. He and his wife were wonderfully kind to me when I really needed it most. He and his wife were in the church choir for nearly 60 years. He was a good friend and I will miss him.
Anyhow, because he was in the choir for so long, it stood to reason that the choir would repay his years of service in singing by singing for him. Hence, I have to have Friday off so that I can go to his funeral and not have to rush home so that I can go to work (or carry everything for work with me and go straight to work.)
Anyhow, long week, like I said.
Busy day for me today. Made curry and naan, read some "Coriolanus," gotta go to work in an hour and a half or so.
Dum dee dum dee dee dee.
Boring old life, this.
Hm.
Ta,
Bec
I work four days of it, and whether I get Wednesday or Friday off has yet to be determined. Wednesday is the day I scheduled my appointment for hopefully starting to fix my consistently upset and miserable digestive system. I am sick of being miserable and I am going to hopefully have this part of my misery remedied.
Friday is an old friend's funeral. He was the person who got me into the choir when I was 14. He and his wife were wonderfully kind to me when I really needed it most. He and his wife were in the church choir for nearly 60 years. He was a good friend and I will miss him.
Anyhow, because he was in the choir for so long, it stood to reason that the choir would repay his years of service in singing by singing for him. Hence, I have to have Friday off so that I can go to his funeral and not have to rush home so that I can go to work (or carry everything for work with me and go straight to work.)
Anyhow, long week, like I said.
Busy day for me today. Made curry and naan, read some "Coriolanus," gotta go to work in an hour and a half or so.
Dum dee dum dee dee dee.
Boring old life, this.
Hm.
Ta,
Bec
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