I’ve said before that I have trouble with endings. I just don’t have enough practice with them. And it’s still presenting a problem. But I’ve realised recently that I’m not that good at finishing things in general. I start a lot of new stories that never get far, and I start a lot of Minecraft worlds that I give up on after a while. I’ve started a lot of games I’ve not finished, including the Nuzlocke Run on Pokemon Heart Gold. I’ve created a lot of new characters on Guild Wars and more recently Guild Wars 2, and deleted them in favour of starting another new character before getting far into the story. There are a few drafts to blog posts I’ve never finished.
Finishing things evades me.
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Okay, I failed today. The combination of chores, the need to pop to town for more milk, and cooking meant I didn’t start dinner til 9, when I should have started writing. After that, I couldn’t get started. Just stared at a blank page until I got bored and found myself on Reddit again somehow. So no one hour story today. But six days out of seven aint bad, and I did say the other day that daily writing aint all that.
I did make some notes earlier on about the pilgrimage story. Worked out what I want from it, did a little guesswork. I think it’ll end up at about 9-12k words. I definitely like what I’m planning with it, so I’ll see how things go.
But if I needed another argument in support of my stance on daily writing, here’s one: fatigue. Sometimes you can’t just keep pushing, sometimes you need a break.
I’m going to bed.
After seeking inspiration from the episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer I watched this evening (Storyteller, season 7 episode 16; my favourite), I decided to return to Saturday’s attempt and keep going from there. I had a few ideas about it today and I want to develop it into a complete story. So here’s the next part of it:
My occasional questions throughout the day merited blunt responses or none at all, and I learned little of these brothers but that they weren’t too fond of conversing with strangers, even (if I do say so myself) attractive young ladies. They didn’t even respond to small talk. Now that’s a sign of someone hiding something if every I saw it.
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I didn’t take as long to write this one as previously. I decided I needed to shrink my scope and try and think of something I could actually finish in the hour I’ve got. The effect was that I finished early. I don’t think it’s quite where I wanted it but it isn’t bad for what it is.
Inspiration for this story came from several sources. Today I recieved the new album by Shropshire folk band Whalebone, Runes, which is awesome, and it was as I was listening to the third track, Entangled, that I got the mood of the piece. Also recently I have finally watched Game of Thrones (never did get into the books, despite several attempts) and found myself rather liking the complexity of the character Jaime Lannister, aka the Kingslayer, who killed the mad old king in the wars 17 years before the events of Game of Thrones, saving lives, but is disliked because he broke oaths to the king and literally stabbed the mad old bastard in the back. Finally, I wanted to ask a question and then answer it with this story.
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Today’s inspiration for my one hour story is remote churches and other sites. I’ve seen a lot of photos of churches on mountains or at least steep craggy hills, in remote locations and so on. The Greek sanctuary at Delphi was also remote, high up in the mountains and away from civilisation, difficult to reach. Throughout history people have placed some value on such places, and on the effort required to get there as a measure of piety and commitment. I like this sentiment, and it works nicely for what I’ve written.
I didn’t get as far into the story as I wanted; I was, perhaps, too ambitious, so the below passage is an introduction only, really I suppose. I may try to continue it tomorrow. The vision in my head is that the main character discovers a variety of motives – some initially hidden – and some dark secrets on her way to this Temple, with the story ending upon arrival, but I didn’t get the time to explore all of that, so this is just the first part of it. Enjoy, and please give feedback.
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Today I struggled, and what follows is actually half an hour of writing, not a whole hour; I abandoned my first attempt, which is appropriate given today’s inspiration is the abandoned signs of civilisation posted to Reddit’s Abandonedporn sub. So I ran out of time a bit, but I think I got what I wanted across. Not so sure about the tense. Feedback welcome.
I am an archivist. A royal archivist, and I was always very proud of that. I knew the books well, their contents, their authors, where they came from, where they belonged on the shelves and what spine they had. I’d read them all. But the archives and the palace burned, the city fell, and now I seek other works; a new archive to curate, a new king worthy of the title, one who understands the value of heritage and preserving the knowledge and memories of the ancients.
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Today I did manage a fantasy story. My inspiration was a map someone posted on Reddit’s mapporn subreddit, showing rivers in the USA using line weight as a metric for flow rate; and the Mississippi and its tributaries cover an astoundingly huge area. So that was my kicking off point.
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So here’s my first one hour story. The prompt was the lyrics I’ve had in my head all day: “backyard skulls, not deep enough to never be found” from Backyard Skulls by Frightened Rabbit, and it was also inspired by yesterday morning’s storm that had me driving through water several inches deep on my way to work and on bone-dry roads on the way home.
Not too sure about the story; I felt happy with the narrative voice at first but once I got into the dialogue I sort of forgot about everything else. Ends too abruptly, but I ran out of time. Not fantasy either, I was sort of expecting fantasy to come out because that’s what I always write. Oh well. Here it is:
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I’ve been in a rut recently. I said I’d try to write 40,000 words this month for Camp NaNoWriMo and I only lasted a few days, and a little over 6,000 words. Before that I kept having ideas but never got far in writing them. Whatever I’ve tried hasn’t worked. I suspect it’s a confidence issue; I never wrote so much as when I believed in myself and my story, and at the moment, frankly, I don’t. I tell myself that what I write, as a first draft, doesn’t need to be good, but I know that’s a tacit acceptance that it isn’t good.
And I’ve neglected this blog too – infrequent posts, no advice (since I don’t feel qualified to give any) and I’ve been checking my stats less too.
So I’m trying something new, again. It’s less ambitious than other attempt to stimulate my writing. It is simply this: the one-hour story.
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