... has been blessing/plaguing me a lot this past week. I've been reviewing/revising/rewriting what I already have down in both my 'Windhorses' and the as-yet untitled sequel with Rayne as an adult. That's the really long one, covering everything from her leaving home at age 19 to join the big bad world onward. What I've been writing lately has been what may be the ending, with Rayne in her mid 30's, unless the next part of the story and Rayne herself starts harassing me to keep writing. 
See why I titled this post this way? The characters bug me until I write stuff. Two supporting characters gave me grief yesterday until I wrote a rather steamy scene for them; two independant, solitary characters wanted sex and I gave them one helluva scene! As soon as I finished that bit, I could go back and edit some more. 
Weird how the writing process works for me. I feel a bit like a voyeaur sometimes...
If anyone would like to read some... I'd love the feedback.
debikm: (Rayne)
( May. 1st, 2008 06:22 am)
Who's that, you ask? She's my central fictional character of the endless fantasy novel I'm writing. She was born on Beltane and she's so wrapped in my mind that I feel I should wish her a happy birthday. Of course she's completely fictional,(don't be calling the guys with the nets just yet!) but my characters tend to whisper to me, telling me what they want me write. Sometimes, frustratingly, they clam up, for months or even years at a time. Rayne (properly born as Riannoch) has been generous with her storytelling lately and I am enjoying the journey she's taking me on. Maybe someday I'll actually get all the little scenes and fragments stiched together into something cohesive enough to submit for publication. It's nothing special, there are no new stories, you know, just different ways of telling the same old ones, but that doesn't matter. Rayne is telling me hers.

Actually, I know the answer to this particular question. It's because I dislike writing technical crap. I want to write fiction. I'll get a chance to do that for class credit next semester. THIS semester, however, I have to write a 5 page paper. No problem, you say. Just bash that puppy right out. And I probably will. The problem is I have to write it for an animal behavior class, which you'd think I'd find interesting. And maybe I should. The instructor however is not so much fun. I thought we'd be visiting the teaching zoo on campus, seeing things in person. Nope. We see the powerpoint presentation for a few hours once a week, cover 4 chapters, then we have an 8 question essay/short answer test after. And she's sadly, not a very good speaker. A heavy accent, peeper with 'you know?', "yes?", and "no?" She very nice otherwise, but just dull. The subject matter and the fact that I already know something aout animal behavior is the only thing saving me in this class. So, I'm going to stop procrastinating (eventually) and go to the laptop, where I still have Word available to me, and write the damned paper. It's due in a week...
I'd really much rather be writing about Rayne and Keresh and Garoben right now.



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