Writing Elation

SO! I actually finished something! YAY! though it wasn't the Syl Dhan Wars, it was a Script. its about 90 pages, its a drama dealing with Suicide, life choices and life views. And everyone who has read it has loved it. And a few of them even cried. I call it SIgned A.T.S and I am currently looking for a producer or director... or someone who can introduce me to a producer or director who would be interested in filming my script.

On the upside I am also working on a Sci Fi Tv series for which I have the first 3 episodes completely mapped in my head, and the whole story arc for the first 2 seasons in mind. I'll have to find out how to submit that as well... We'll see.

So everyone who doesn't read this. Wish me luck.

106,000 and going nowhere :(

SO I have had a couple months with no progress done on my great work.... Is it great? I wouldn't know, no one bothers to read it :( But I hope so, as it is getting a look-see from a respected agent. I was told I needed an edit, not a big thing, most books do. I do not feel daunted by this task, though at the time I did feel vastly disappointed in myself for having a professional point out errors that I had already seen - and not bothered to fix as yet. But ah well, IT ISN'T EVEN FINISHED!!!!!!!

I do still plan on continuing this three book saga of the Syl Dhan Wars, focusing on spirituality and technology as a guide to self awareness. It's not preachy! it has lots to do with war! and nobody wants to be in a war, but nobody minds reading or watching war, if it is written well, as people generally do enjoy vicarious heroism, fear and the thought of fighting for a cause.

One of my quotes, taken directly from MY story, from one of MY characters (I do love my characters). "The saddest thing about war isn't the death and carnage that it creates, but that we so often call it necessary." King Elmer Raenos of Tydor. - This may or may not be an adaptation of a quote from somewhere else, I certainly hope not. The more I repeat it the more I think I must have heard it somewhere. Little old me couldn't have possibly come up with that insight!

As the the reason for my lack of progress. PEOPLE! love them I do, but when you see people EVERY DAY for MONTHS, it becomes hard to focus on the things you need to do to advance your career. It's difficult being popular sometimes. That, and my place is like a halfway house for the homeless. But what can you do? You can't leave people out on the street, its just not humane. Like I said, I do love my friends, but I am looking forward to at least 3 days of peace, and hopefully some progress on this story. METANOIA!

So peace out people. Keep it green!

100,000

So we've hit 100,000, we're on the last few chapters, the last day of conflict in this tale. All should go well, though I don't know how convoluted it will all be. I counted out how many people to see through the eyes of - 26! argh... that's a lot, I didn't consciously set out to make it that way... but I will distill later, during the edit... hopefully it will all still come across as its supposed to. For now though! 100,000 YAY! chapter 20, 419 pages.

EJ.

90,000 WORDS HUZZAH!

ok, so I just got up to 90,080 words, and I got really excited, thought to tell the absolutely no one who reads this damn blog. I am in part three, which as I suspected is beginning like a breeze, comparitively to part 2 which was just too heavy. These last 10,000 words were written in just over a week, and I plan on doubling that progress. YAY! go me.

EJ.

79,000

SO, chapter 17, page 329, word count 79,012. Not bad, not bad. I don't know much is left on chapter 17, its a pretty choppy chapter. But then I am on to chapter 18, the last for part 2. Once part 3 starts everything is going to be a lot easier, I am sure of it. We get to write about the war. About the people in the war. What they're doing and who gets to die. YAY!

I have set myself the goal of 90,000 by next friday. I m pretty sure that it is a achievable goal. it's less than 2,000 words a day. I should be fine.

Wish me luck.

IN MORIBUND

She walked among them for a time,
Twisted limbs and blinded eyes,
Reminder of the days long past
When men and women stood aghast
To the view the world as one was taught
The wars in which the soldiers fought
In frail misunderstanding

She moved along to solitude
Her appearance more than destitute,
A pilgrimage of damaged faith
The scars so thick upon her face,
She held but one pugnacious thought
regarding what the world had taught
In mild condescension

She gathered soon a following
Blind as well, but differently
They fell in step and marched behind
The cattle drawn to suicide
While she ahead, would still say naught
The path she walked was so fraught
In chains of apprehension

She governed now a largish town
In her silence wisdom found
The blood of many upon the ground
The men she killed made not a sound
But all who fell had one last thought
Remembering what the world had taught
In misinterpretation

She fell eventually to her rage
With no one left to dig her grave
While blinded eyes still saw no wrong
And twisted limbs were twice as strong
She cried out what she had been taught
From a world in which wars were fought
For naught more than an absent thought
In human understanding

2 DAYS LATER

not a great load has been done. But the milestone 300 pages has been reached with 72,000 words. I thought that may be worth mentioning. I am up to Chapter 17, the 2nd last chapter of this, Part 2.

YAY FOR ME!

I'll update when I hit the next milestone.