I Predict an Internal Riot
Nov. 7th, 2004 10:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)

We watched The Thing last night. Sometime in the early hours of the morning, I heard Kevin cry "No! No!" in his sleep. So I rubbed his back and hugged him. When I woke up this morning, he was furiously writing in his journal about a nightmare: he was a kid with telekinetic powers, he flew, and he had to save his mother from a nefarious man who had lived in the forest surrounding his farm in Canada. I told him he wasn't allowed to watch scary movies anymore before going to bed.
Yesterday, I agreed to go out with one of the sissies, Jennifer, shoe shopping. I'd forgotten the cardinal rule that everyman holds so dear: never go shoe shopping with a woman. And also never walk into H&M when you have just drawn 100 pounds from your bank account, otherwise you'll end up with more cords you can wear and stripey wine-coloured polo shirts that make you look like a Scandinavian fisherman. And, finally, never ever walk into Top Shop on a weekend (unless you enjoy seeing half of the population of London packed into 20 metres square area). After hours of this, my feet were killing me and I had to skip out on meeting
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The novel is coming along fine. Writing a novel isn't hard; it's making it any good which seems almost impossible. I keep repeating several different mantras, I meditate, I hope for inspiration in my dreams. Anything to keep my characters from descending into mundane dialogue. Yesterday, I finally wrote my first "horror" scene. For a while, I'd forgotten I actually needed to indulge in the genre's specifics. The plot was getting too internal and cerebral, if you get my drift. Now I can get the horror snowball rolling and see how many limbs get caught in it. That's why people read horror, right?
I'm behind my word input so I have to sit down today and concentrate. I need to go out later to buy some food at Tesco Express. And to swim.
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on 2004-11-07 02:34 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2004-11-07 10:14 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2004-11-07 05:19 pm (UTC)Hei-de fazer compras também, não fui ao supermercado há um par das semanas - esta manhã para o pequeno almoço comi uma fartura, e para o almoço comi uma fartura e umas batatas fritas...Bàsicamente eu necessito ir muito logo a Iceland ou algo assim! =o|
Agora vou-me arranjar, então poderei ir e voltar antes do começo de Coronation Street! =oP Sunita é livre!! =oD
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on 2004-11-07 10:15 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2004-11-07 11:39 pm (UTC)Mas eu gosto da Maya também - é louca, sem dúvida, mas as suas esquemas de mal eram óptimas!
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on 2004-11-08 10:08 am (UTC)no subject
on 2004-11-08 06:14 pm (UTC)Envia-me umas novelas brasileiras, faz favor! =oD
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on 2004-11-09 09:45 am (UTC)no subject
on 2004-11-08 01:41 pm (UTC)Dialogue is always key; I'm watching Angels in America, taken from the play by Tony Kushner, and the dialogue is amaaazing. Kushner is genius, and now I'm trying to find the actual play to read (and annotate and drool over)
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on 2004-11-08 01:44 pm (UTC)That's a very good tip, to read plays. I might do that! I find it hard to have my characters speaking in a flowing and unstiff way. I'm just not used to writing dialogues.
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on 2004-11-08 05:29 pm (UTC)but yeah, try reading plays! that's the best format to extract dialouge from.