Sunday, October 3, 2010

It's getting hot in here...

...but don't take off all your clothes unless you're a Leto or a Purefoy.


After looking at some of my folders in my OCD-organized "Stories" folder, it has come to my attention that I have a shitload of nebulous, partly-outlined ideas. Barely fleshed out premises, vague concepts, and some smexy character pairings in need of conflict. Scarlett also has a few in similar states of ambiguity.

There is only one thing to do, then.

It's time for another Hothouse Weekend(tm).

Basically, this means that for forty-eight hours, Scarlett and I will sift through our folders and hammer out our ideas. Drag characters out of the character waiting room, one (or two, or three) at a time, tie them to chairs, and demand they tell their stories. Then the resulting outlines are prioritized, go into the queue, and are written when it's their turn. Assuming another bright shiny new idea doesn't come strolling in and cut in line. Believe me, that happens. A lot. *glares at the casts of Reconstructing Meredith, With the Band 3.0, and Out of Focus*

So. My plan is to finish Disengaged this week, probably go snorkeling on Saturday depending on Meghan's plans (e-mail me, woman!), then spend Sunday and Monday interrogating my characters. Then I should have time to get one more novella written before NaNoWriMo, and I'd damn well better have a NaNo idea after this weekend.

That's the plan, anyway. *continues paving the road to hell*

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1 comment:

  1. You are quite, quite mad. I'm glad I'm not as insane as you.