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I think it is official that my Earwen/Arafinwe fic is going to be a novella. *sigh*
Of course, in fan fiction, this isn't as lamentable as when an original-fic bunny turns into a novella. That is the point at which you wash your 20K-word dream down the publication drain.
My favorite piece of original fiction, actually, is a novella. It's something around 20,000 words, a futuristic piece (but not sci-fi) that just sort of happened. My husband liked it. It was also probably the first time that I even hinted at the existence of sex in a story. Perhaps I should post it, in small installments, f-locked of course. There are literary magazines that accept novellas, but they are far and few between, and I just never bothered.
Maybe I should bother. Hmmm.
So, anyway, the Arafinwe/Earwen is going to be a novella. It is currently at 9,618 words, but that counts my author's notes at the end. It's already heavy for a short story. I could easily take on a few different PoVs and make this a novel--the idea has really seized me--but I'm not going to do that because then, come December, I'll be editing AMC and my NaNo novel and writing this one and...no, I'm just not going to do that.
So it will be a novella. *sigh*
Meanwhile, I am so excited for NaNoWriMo. My poor husband has to listen to me squee over it every day and chatter about how close it is and how I can't wait.... What would I do, if I didn't write? I wonder about that sometimes. Well, I'd have time to watch Lost, about which I am intensely curious. My apartment would be cleaner; my laundry would always be caught up. I could finish reading a novel in more than six weeks. (I've renewed Oates' My Heart Laid Bare three times now at the library and still haven't finished it, but oh, it is a wonderful book!) I'd be fluent in CSS. I'd be taking cake decorating. I'd be doing a lot of things that don't involve wasting hours a day on writing.
Wasting? *sigh* Listen to me....
The apartment smells like peanut butter. It is that time of the year when my home smells like either chocolate or peanut butter most of the time, in other words, holiday candy time. Usually, I do elaborately painted candies that take literally hours to complete, but this year, I'm doing filled chocolates instead. It shouldn't take as long, and it always annoys me when people open the box, gasp at the pretty colored chocolates, and then say, "But I can't eat anything so pretty!" Thanks--I'm glad the four hours I threw away on that batch will end up in your garbage next year because of your unwillingness to eat them. One year, I made chocolate gift tags, writing each person's name in chocolate, fully edible. No one wanted to eat those either, and those buggers took a helluva long time to finish. (Have you ever tried to write in chocolate? It's not easy.)
So, tonight, I started on peanut butter filling for peanut butter cups. I also meant to make caramel, but I forgot to pick up cream at the store, so that will have to wait for next week.
Of course, in fan fiction, this isn't as lamentable as when an original-fic bunny turns into a novella. That is the point at which you wash your 20K-word dream down the publication drain.
My favorite piece of original fiction, actually, is a novella. It's something around 20,000 words, a futuristic piece (but not sci-fi) that just sort of happened. My husband liked it. It was also probably the first time that I even hinted at the existence of sex in a story. Perhaps I should post it, in small installments, f-locked of course. There are literary magazines that accept novellas, but they are far and few between, and I just never bothered.
Maybe I should bother. Hmmm.
So, anyway, the Arafinwe/Earwen is going to be a novella. It is currently at 9,618 words, but that counts my author's notes at the end. It's already heavy for a short story. I could easily take on a few different PoVs and make this a novel--the idea has really seized me--but I'm not going to do that because then, come December, I'll be editing AMC and my NaNo novel and writing this one and...no, I'm just not going to do that.
So it will be a novella. *sigh*
Meanwhile, I am so excited for NaNoWriMo. My poor husband has to listen to me squee over it every day and chatter about how close it is and how I can't wait.... What would I do, if I didn't write? I wonder about that sometimes. Well, I'd have time to watch Lost, about which I am intensely curious. My apartment would be cleaner; my laundry would always be caught up. I could finish reading a novel in more than six weeks. (I've renewed Oates' My Heart Laid Bare three times now at the library and still haven't finished it, but oh, it is a wonderful book!) I'd be fluent in CSS. I'd be taking cake decorating. I'd be doing a lot of things that don't involve wasting hours a day on writing.
Wasting? *sigh* Listen to me....
The apartment smells like peanut butter. It is that time of the year when my home smells like either chocolate or peanut butter most of the time, in other words, holiday candy time. Usually, I do elaborately painted candies that take literally hours to complete, but this year, I'm doing filled chocolates instead. It shouldn't take as long, and it always annoys me when people open the box, gasp at the pretty colored chocolates, and then say, "But I can't eat anything so pretty!" Thanks--I'm glad the four hours I threw away on that batch will end up in your garbage next year because of your unwillingness to eat them. One year, I made chocolate gift tags, writing each person's name in chocolate, fully edible. No one wanted to eat those either, and those buggers took a helluva long time to finish. (Have you ever tried to write in chocolate? It's not easy.)
So, tonight, I started on peanut butter filling for peanut butter cups. I also meant to make caramel, but I forgot to pick up cream at the store, so that will have to wait for next week.
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