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truth really is stranger than fiction.
Oct. 4th, 2004 12:05 pmUm, what just happened here? I signed up for NaNoWriMo. What possessed me to do that? And why do I get the feeling that I may get frustrated halfway through and end up writing a whole lot of fan fiction?
I've tried to write novels before. I've tried to write a novel since I was seven. One of the first ones was a really bad Baby-Sitters Club Super Special/Salute Your Shorts crossover rip-off. I was writing it in this journal my mom bought for me at the dollar store. It had strawberries on the cover of it. Cute book. I think I threw it out before we moved, though, so bad was the story. I wish I hadn't, even though the story was awful. It was a cute book, for cryin' out loud! Then came the journal one that was supposed to be a hyperfictionalized version of my fourth grade year. Then there was the time-travel story I started somewhere in the middle of sixth grade, and another journal story (this one was original and mostly not based on my life, gasp!) in seventh. In eighth grade I turned my sights towards screenwriting, and I even finished a screenplay; this pitiful teen comedy called "Crash and Burn" (it was fifty-six handwritten pages long; started in April 1999 and finished in September of the same year). I still have it in a little white binder, and I actually reread it about two months ago. Cheesy and bad, yes, but funny.
I gave up the whole "novel" thing for awhile, even though I had ideas and even a few starts. That's about the time I was super-into writing fan fic. I think it was then that I realized I'm not really good at longish stories. I only finished one of those. But, alas, junior year the urge came back and I started writing Fading Brilliance. It, like lots of my stories, was kind of inspired by certain things in my own life, but more different than me. I put so much work into that story and even entered it in a novel contest. I didn't finish it, though. Looking back, the idea was weak, but I put so much work into that story--the three chapters that I did finish was some of the most passion-filled writing I've ever done. Last winter I did a rewrite of chapter one and I deleted it. I'm still mad at myself for it. The rewrite was awesome.
So, that brings me to now. I have an idea of what I want to write about, but it's all a matter of time. I hope I can do it. Yeah.
I can't believe I've had this icon for OVER A YEAR. Um, wow.
Also: I may hate thunderstorms, but I love the sound of rain and walking in the rain.
I've tried to write novels before. I've tried to write a novel since I was seven. One of the first ones was a really bad Baby-Sitters Club Super Special/Salute Your Shorts crossover rip-off. I was writing it in this journal my mom bought for me at the dollar store. It had strawberries on the cover of it. Cute book. I think I threw it out before we moved, though, so bad was the story. I wish I hadn't, even though the story was awful. It was a cute book, for cryin' out loud! Then came the journal one that was supposed to be a hyperfictionalized version of my fourth grade year. Then there was the time-travel story I started somewhere in the middle of sixth grade, and another journal story (this one was original and mostly not based on my life, gasp!) in seventh. In eighth grade I turned my sights towards screenwriting, and I even finished a screenplay; this pitiful teen comedy called "Crash and Burn" (it was fifty-six handwritten pages long; started in April 1999 and finished in September of the same year). I still have it in a little white binder, and I actually reread it about two months ago. Cheesy and bad, yes, but funny.
I gave up the whole "novel" thing for awhile, even though I had ideas and even a few starts. That's about the time I was super-into writing fan fic. I think it was then that I realized I'm not really good at longish stories. I only finished one of those. But, alas, junior year the urge came back and I started writing Fading Brilliance. It, like lots of my stories, was kind of inspired by certain things in my own life, but more different than me. I put so much work into that story and even entered it in a novel contest. I didn't finish it, though. Looking back, the idea was weak, but I put so much work into that story--the three chapters that I did finish was some of the most passion-filled writing I've ever done. Last winter I did a rewrite of chapter one and I deleted it. I'm still mad at myself for it. The rewrite was awesome.
So, that brings me to now. I have an idea of what I want to write about, but it's all a matter of time. I hope I can do it. Yeah.
I can't believe I've had this icon for OVER A YEAR. Um, wow.
Also: I may hate thunderstorms, but I love the sound of rain and walking in the rain.
