I'm watching BtVS, reading The Sentinel, and thinking about Due South.
Something tells me this isn't the best way to produce a decent OaT story, but I console myself with the memory that this wasn't shaping up to be a decent story even before I had all of these conflicting thoughts in my brain.
"Never underestimate the amusement value of your delete key," that's what I always say.
Well, that, and, "it's not fanfic if the fans can't recognize the characters."
If the proof is in the pudding, today's characterization pudding is lumpy. I got it, in places. In other places, we're still in who are these guys?-land but any progress is heartening these days.
In terms of the old delete key, I yanked another ten pages out today. About 4,000 words. And, as always, it improved what's left. This is a key facto to remember. The less I write, the better I am. (If I gave up writing entirely, I'd probably win a Pulitzer.)
I wrote five or six new pages, including a new sex scene which, I'd like to point out, with a great deal of bitterness, I really didn't want to have to do. Still. If you're changing from a Serious Case Story to a more smutty approach, you gotta have plenty of smut.
The new version of the story is finished.
It remains, "not very good" but I suspect it's rapidly closing in on "as good as it's going to get, all things considered."
I'm blogging at the moment while I try to decide whether to do another edit today, blow off writing and wait until next week, or see what kind of chaos the Btvs-Sentinel-DS-OaT combination in my brain would inflict on my Sentinel story if I worked on it for a while.
I'm also just a tad bitter about the fact that I'm having a three-day weekend and today, Reserved-for-writing-Sunday, is the first time we've seen the sun.
I can provide my own distractions from writing, without any assistance from Mother Nature. Why is Sunday always the nicest day of the weekend, the one that tempts me most to toss it all aside and go out to frolic?
Just the general spitefulness of the cosmos, I guess.