Giddy Missers
Aug. 18th, 2005 02:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
moon_dancing*maniacal laughter*
It's working. It's working. The muse has risen. Perhaps I just needed some nudging. That and let my insomnia lead me blindly into letting my fingertips type a mile a minute. It feels so good to just write. I love it. I'm a dork, I know, I don't care. *giddy, dorky grin*
The only sad thing is I know I have so many other things I need to do, people I need to talk to, catch up with, discuss things with - but I need to write. Anyone ever just...get that feeling? Just, this need to write? *laughs* Insomnia, I'm telling you.
So I've officially begun Chapter Twelve of What Dreams May Come. And I'm happy about it. I did change my outline, so it won't be the original 16 chapters I thought it would be, it'll only be 15. But it works so much better this way. This story doesn't need to be long. It would spoil the magic I hope it's creating. And I'm actually excited, at the moment, to only have these last four chapters to write.
Wow, writing this has been amazing. I've gained so much for it. I'm so thankful. Seriously.
Okay, enough gushy-ness. *grins*
Not a whole lot is written for this chapter yet, but it's so there, in that place between my mind and my fingertips, and it's coming out grandly. The chapter, although I do hope it holds plenty of emotion in it, is more of a placement chapter - setting up for the dramatic final three chapters.
Want a tiny snippet?
The maniacal laughter did nothing to ease Erica’s thoughts.
“Look, I know that it’s your job to…understand these things and all, but you can’t understand this, Erica. It’s unexplainable. There were, once, only four others who would have. Now there are only three of us left.”
“James, are you saying-?” The smirk that James Potter, student, prankster and Head Boy of Hogwarts, was so well known for glimmered in the sunlight. “Erica, a Marauder never shares his secrets.”
And with that, James Potter jogged off from Erica and disappeared.
She had a feeling the next time they met, things may very well be quite different.
It's working. It's working. The muse has risen. Perhaps I just needed some nudging. That and let my insomnia lead me blindly into letting my fingertips type a mile a minute. It feels so good to just write. I love it. I'm a dork, I know, I don't care. *giddy, dorky grin*
The only sad thing is I know I have so many other things I need to do, people I need to talk to, catch up with, discuss things with - but I need to write. Anyone ever just...get that feeling? Just, this need to write? *laughs* Insomnia, I'm telling you.
So I've officially begun Chapter Twelve of What Dreams May Come. And I'm happy about it. I did change my outline, so it won't be the original 16 chapters I thought it would be, it'll only be 15. But it works so much better this way. This story doesn't need to be long. It would spoil the magic I hope it's creating. And I'm actually excited, at the moment, to only have these last four chapters to write.
Wow, writing this has been amazing. I've gained so much for it. I'm so thankful. Seriously.
Okay, enough gushy-ness. *grins*
Not a whole lot is written for this chapter yet, but it's so there, in that place between my mind and my fingertips, and it's coming out grandly. The chapter, although I do hope it holds plenty of emotion in it, is more of a placement chapter - setting up for the dramatic final three chapters.
Want a tiny snippet?
The maniacal laughter did nothing to ease Erica’s thoughts.
“Look, I know that it’s your job to…understand these things and all, but you can’t understand this, Erica. It’s unexplainable. There were, once, only four others who would have. Now there are only three of us left.”
“James, are you saying-?” The smirk that James Potter, student, prankster and Head Boy of Hogwarts, was so well known for glimmered in the sunlight. “Erica, a Marauder never shares his secrets.”
And with that, James Potter jogged off from Erica and disappeared.
She had a feeling the next time they met, things may very well be quite different.
Love till next time. Cookies, of course, too. <3
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on 2005-08-18 11:20 am (UTC)MUSE-LOVE! =)
Lovelovelove.
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on 2005-08-19 02:54 am (UTC)You make me happy.
(the chapter will be up in a few hours)
Lovelovelove to you.
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on 2005-08-19 01:35 am (UTC)no subject
on 2005-08-19 02:55 am (UTC)Thank you, loser.
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on 2005-08-19 01:38 am (UTC)Ooohh... I hope you keep up the writing streak.
-Kaiters
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on 2005-08-19 02:55 am (UTC)I hope I keep it up, too!
Luv ya, Kaiters.