And so it's Sunday...
Jan. 30th, 2005 10:31 pmWell it's been a gray, cold weekend. As per usual, I didn't get anywhere near the amount of work done on my never-ending fanfic that I had intended to do. I did print out everything and DAMN! It's huge. And it's only a little over half way. This thing is going to be novel length before I'm done. That's rather intimidating.
On a related note, I got my Kinkathon assignment. (Yeah, I was nuts enough to volunteer for a ficathon. Lord. I'm usually really good with deadlines at work so hopefully having an actual deadline will force me to discipline my writing ethic so that I actually finish on time.) My assignment is a timetravel fic with Season 6 Spike and Buffy relocated into 1880 London. I've knocked out the bare bones of an outline, and
rahirah had an inspired twist on the original idea that I think will add humor. There are still some real kinks to be worked out in the story because I still don't have how the resolution works figured out.
Unfortunately, yet again, my imagination runs away with me and this isn't as short and simple a story as I would like. I'm not entirely sure how to trim it down though. (And now I'm sort of trying to think of a title.)
And finally, watched the Last Day of Pompeii. Interesting in many respects, but probably primarily because I've had a morbid fascination with the subject since childhood (And, you know, I rather enjoyed the "Forever Knight" episode where LaCroix was revealed to have been a Roman General who was turned into a vampire on the day Vesuvius blew...er... not that the episode was the source of my Pompeii fascination. But it was an interesting episode of "Forever Knight.").
During my study abroad tour in college, we went to Pompeii. The thing that was most striking in my memory is the kind of statement of the obvious that also happened to in Pisa (in Pisa it was: "the tower really does lean"). In Pompeii the reaction is "It really was a city." For some reason, I had always thought of it as a buried village or something. But when you go there and see it full scale you realize that it was really a city. The place is huge (and really, not at all spooky). My other primary memory is that when the group became separated and we lost the guys, we could hear them yelling for us. Giggling, we yelled back that we were "in the whorehouses!" With the explicit murals on the walls and the layout of the buidling (a medium size room just off the street, and several quite tiny rooms off the primary room --all which contained a stone ledge "bed"--well, what with the quite graphic murals of varied sexual acts painted all over the walls, there was no question that we were indeed in the "whorehouse" *snerk.* Anyway, at least there were nicely rendered 3-D reconstructions in the Discovery Channel special.
On a related note, I got my Kinkathon assignment. (Yeah, I was nuts enough to volunteer for a ficathon. Lord. I'm usually really good with deadlines at work so hopefully having an actual deadline will force me to discipline my writing ethic so that I actually finish on time.) My assignment is a timetravel fic with Season 6 Spike and Buffy relocated into 1880 London. I've knocked out the bare bones of an outline, and
Unfortunately, yet again, my imagination runs away with me and this isn't as short and simple a story as I would like. I'm not entirely sure how to trim it down though. (And now I'm sort of trying to think of a title.)
And finally, watched the Last Day of Pompeii. Interesting in many respects, but probably primarily because I've had a morbid fascination with the subject since childhood (And, you know, I rather enjoyed the "Forever Knight" episode where LaCroix was revealed to have been a Roman General who was turned into a vampire on the day Vesuvius blew...er... not that the episode was the source of my Pompeii fascination. But it was an interesting episode of "Forever Knight.").
During my study abroad tour in college, we went to Pompeii. The thing that was most striking in my memory is the kind of statement of the obvious that also happened to in Pisa (in Pisa it was: "the tower really does lean"). In Pompeii the reaction is "It really was a city." For some reason, I had always thought of it as a buried village or something. But when you go there and see it full scale you realize that it was really a city. The place is huge (and really, not at all spooky). My other primary memory is that when the group became separated and we lost the guys, we could hear them yelling for us. Giggling, we yelled back that we were "in the whorehouses!" With the explicit murals on the walls and the layout of the buidling (a medium size room just off the street, and several quite tiny rooms off the primary room --all which contained a stone ledge "bed"--well, what with the quite graphic murals of varied sexual acts painted all over the walls, there was no question that we were indeed in the "whorehouse" *snerk.* Anyway, at least there were nicely rendered 3-D reconstructions in the Discovery Channel special.
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Date: 2005-01-31 06:25 am (UTC)Somewhere I once read that the difference between a short story and a novel was in the level of detail. Given that your usual style is novelistic (as is mine; my very first fanfic was over 50K words), the shorter form might feel a bit unnatural to you. Try thinking of it as a movie with very quick cuts - jump into the scene right before the necessary bits, get them over with as quickly as possible, jump back out again. Don't go for a lot of scene-setting, background, or character development.
Unless, of course, you want to write a novel in a month. But for that, I suggest NaNo, not a ficathon. ;-)