I dream about movies

Take a day off, then start making notes for the next story I want to write. I want to profit from this mindset of writing every day. This NaNovel, I think I'll put away for now, and come back to it later. It's going to need extensive rewriting, and for that I am going to need some fresh eyes.

I've found that I need an outline when I write. It helps me in knowing what I have to write, and hopefully will cut down on 'I have no idea what this place is up to/Why the hell are you quitting your jobs?!'-surprises.

...And I told the boyfriend this, and he's set me the deadline of coming Wednesday of having decided what I want to write. Bless, he is a big support in this. If not for him, I would never have come this far.

Dear Hava and Meghan,

At least now you're doing something, but do either of you know what you're doing? No? That's what I thought. You're both supposed to be professionals, right? is there something in the water that made you act this way? Given how Meghan is behaving at the moment, that might be the case yet. Hmn, I think I can work with that.

Love, your author

P.S. See, Priesty, I told you I would name you. Be glad.

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Dear Big Bad,

Do something. Anything. All you've done so far is sit around and gaze at the ceiling while contemplating your amazingness. That's not going to get things done.

Love, your exasperated author

Come Hell or High Water
(Urban) Fantasy

She is a priest for good who's lost her faith. She is a demon hellbent on redemption. Together, they have to stop The Corporation from gaining The Artefact, the powerful object demons and devils have fought a millennia-long war over, and with that rule the Multiverse.

So, NaNo'll be upon us soon.

I don't know if I am going to participate this year. I've never come this close without at least something resembling a plot, or the slightest inclination to write. It's... yeah, I don't know what it is.

Please behave the way we agreed on when we set out on this. I know, I know, I have been slacking badly, but I'm trying to get back into it. So for the love of little green apples, don't change roles halfway through!

Fiend, why did you change who you were masquerading as?
Same goes for Ameena. Make up your mind, woman. Angel. Whatever.

At least the lesbian-angle sems to have survived. But I foresee some massive rewriting later on.

Exasperated, the author.

In my quest for three outlines before I come over to England (6 days...) I have two. The fact that I had those the day after the fiancé set the goal means he made Saturday the deadline for the third one.

I am so out of ideas right now.

Yes, I did write 449 words today on a plotbunny that bit me after listening to Pseudopod's The Undoing (warning, bit graphic when it comes to surgical procedures), but that does not a novel make.

I have screaming matches with my FMC. The current debate is about her sexual orientation.

Concerta: "I am not gay! My parents want me to marry a man, for crying out loud!"
Me: "You know as well as I do that your parents don't give a flying fuck whether you like men, women, both, or three-legged marsupials from Mars (as long as it's all consensual. They don't want the bad stench of a paedophilia-scandal). Besides, you never dated, ever. How would you know who you like?"
Concerta: "I just do. Now get out and stop trying to screw with my head!"

And in the background the villain's laughing his head off. Bastard. It's all his fault anyway, that I ma considering a lesbian line to my plot.

Concerta: "I! AM! NOT! GAY!" *slams her bedroom door shut behind her.*

When Plots Come in Dreams.

The FMC dies and is dead, killed by the vengeful spirit of a man who died through a trick the FMC and her friends played on him. Instead of moving on, she stays here in a half state between life and death. There's little rhyme or reason to what she can touch and what not, to whom she can talk and whom not. Besides learning how to cope with her new existence she has to warn her friends, and to stop the vengeful spirit. After she's found out who it is, of course. She doesn't know at first who's responsible for her death.

Oh Feänor,

Are we going to do the same as last year? Because if we are, I am really not going to care how big your sword is, or how angry you can get. Either you cooperate with me on this AU, or I will find another plot. Emo-girl with her arranged marriage has also woken up, and she can get stroppy as well.

Yes, I know I am a mere human, and thus beneath you. I wonder if you ever behaved to professor Tolkien this way.

Impatiently,

the authrix.

P.S. Kill Gimli and I kill you. Messily.

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Feedback, love? Ideas?