Freewrite #3, 15 minutes, no topic

[dragonlady7]

Number three, a little bit late.

I think I'm going to start giving myself themes. i've done enough brain-dumping now that I feel a bit more cleansed than I did. I can't remember any freewrite assignments, though, so I'll have to spend a little time reviewing my notes and textbooks and the like.
A suggestion was raised in High Rankings that we do some storytelling games in there, and I thought it was opportune to try to guage interest in some kind of a regular writing exercise done in thread fashion. I might do some experiments with that.

Next week. i have so much to do this week and weekend. I'll put that in the queue for next week. In the meantime, I'll try to think of some more entertaining freewrite topics than my simple ruminations on the contents of my brain.
The freewrite is below.

Freewrite #3

Oh man, there's a dog barking. He hasn't stopped barking for almost an hour now. I don't know where he is. There's construction making an awful noise just outside my window, and traffic going by loudly, and buses, and the street sweeper, and somehow I can still hear this dog. Why are dogs so obnoxious? Man's best friend my foot. I don't know, maybe I'm just not a dog person. I haven't got time right now to cue up a playlist in iTunes to drown him out, as this is a timed writing exercise. I know now too-- i can't cheat on these, because i know i can type 1500 words in 15 minues if i don't stop, so i can easily see if i've been slacking off.
slacking off-- i missed my fifteen minutes yesterday. how awful. i'm a bad person. i was busy. i also had time to do the writing, in the morning, before my houseguest woke up, and i absentmindedly wasted the entire time in looking at astronomy photos. i just kept clicking. i wanted to see nebulae, i wanted to see pulsars, i wanted to see sunrises, i wanted to see moons and venus, i wanted to see panoramas of mars' surface. i wondered briefly why it is that the rovers always take pictures of themselves. they couldn't angle the camera just a few inches higher so they don't obscure the whole first quarter of the picture with their own asses? I mean, i understand they're under some constraints, but doesn't that mean they're... couldn't they do something about it? I dunno. i mean, they're so highlyengineered to take pictures and they... OK, i'm not making sense anymore, but my implied questions stands.

I am losing focus and starting to think about things i want to go do. i want to put chapstick on. that's a pretty vivid sensation. i bet i could write a cool scene from the point of view of a character who needs chapstic. that could draw the reader in. though it might just make the reader uncomfortable. like in the opening of buffalo 66, when the main character really has to pee for the first, oh, half-hour of the movie> very vivid, and i was crossing my legs and hopping up and down on his behalf for the whole thing. it also set the tone of the movie. sure. and christina ricci's boobs were reallly sexy through that whole movie. Yeow.
I don't think i'm going to derail this freewrite to write about ricci's boobs. it just doesn't seem right somehow. i don't know.
how much of these are really effected by my knowledge that i'm going to post them publicly? i used to really drastically alter my writing if i knew someone else would read it. i had two distinct writing styles. one was for public stuff, like papers for the teacher, and one was for the novel i was writing myselff. i don't know what i really planned for the novel, and where i thought it fit in with the actual world. i think i may have had some idea that by the time it was done, it was magically going to make itself worth reading even though it was bad now.
well, finishing a novel is such a lofty goal anyway for a preteen, i don't think i was out of line in thinking that if it were only finished it'd be worthwhile. because i know it would've taken some real effort to do so.
i wasn't really interested in finishin it. i know at the beginning i had no intention of ever letting anyone else read it at all. i didn't mean to have anyone see it. it was for my private amusement, and i rarely reread what i'd written anyway.
i also recall that the earliest earliest stages were done in illegible pencil on sequentially-numbered pages in a spiral-bound notebook. i couldn't tear out pages, and i had to write everything in order and couldn't add anything in either. it hadn't occurred to me how that might give me instant writers' block, until it did. To my credit, i think I got over 30 pages in before I stopped.
That was a game I played, though. my first novel was begun as a game, and it was fanfiction even though i didn't know what fanfiction was. I though... I don't know what I really planned. I would have my friend Abbie over and the two of us would tell each other about our novels, which were concurrent.
Then she decided to start her own new novel that didn't have anyone else's characters in it, and so I joined her . she abandoned... No, she stuck with it, I remember now. She's still got it somewhere. Mine diverged, though. i felt hers was too derivative and she kept incorporating segments of disney's plots. Not that there's anything wrong with that-- disney stole their plots from the best. namely, Hamlet. but anyway.
Her characters were interesting and her plot twists vivid, but I found them at best tangential to my concerns, and her hard-and-fast rules about the common fantasy world we inhabited conflicted with my own.
She's paused work on that novel and instead wrote the most beautifully-written, vivid and gripping story I've ever known her to write. i didn't know she was capable of writing like that. And... it's fanfiction. it's a beautiful, illustrated Law and Order fanfiction. For the... Rgh. I was so annoyed that she'd lavished all that effort on it. It's beautiful. it's gorgeous. the illustrations are photorealistic, done in tight pencil crosshatching with a mechanical pencil-- it's almost like pen and ink, but very fine and silvery. it's absolutely breathtaking.
And it's someone else's characters. She can't sell that.
I'm going to drag her out one of these days and force her to illustrate one of my stories. But...
I hve to finish one first. that's what it comes down to. I don't ever put the final polish on my tales and send them out.
I think being a freelancer may inspire me to finish those, now. I think the fact that there's a very real chance of my relying on my fiction for money may give me the impetus I need. I do all right with the SEO and web copy stuff, and wouldn't mind doing it nearly full-time, but I really like fiction.
Ahh... fiction...

Oops, my time's up. i think i was slow today. 1093 words! Yup, I was slow.
I didn't stop, though. i think I paused a couple of times, to think of words and such. That's no good. Also, I think I backspaced to fix typos a couple of times. Tsk, tsk, tsk. I take one day off and just lose it entirely.