ARGH.

[naodrith]

Thank God for mistful.

It's nice to know that I am not alone in being unable to keep my characters in control.

Joseph: Hornblower was a good show.
Zacharias: Yes, yes it was.
Joseph: Oh, I know! Since I'm supposed to be executed anyway, and God (figuratively speaking) only knows why I wasn't in the first draft, how about that finally happens?
Zacharias: Okay! And I will angst about, act tragic, and then tragically take the blame!
Joseph: And then Lasa and I can plan a jail break!
Zacharias: Only it doesn't work!
Joseph: We're brilliant. We should so be writing this story.
Nae: I refuse to kill either of you off. Because I am incapable.
Seth: Oh, and you can kill me off?
Nae: YOU'RE IN A DIFFERENT STORY SO SHUT UP.
Seth: No, really. You kill off most of the cast in my story. Including me. And I'm the cute one.
Zacharias: Good point. Good point. If he can die, why can't we?
Joseph: I'm the suicidal one here. Remember that, Zac, okay?
Nae: I DON'T LIKE WRITING DEATH SCENES.
Zacharias: And yet somehow, torture and near-fatal injuries come easily.
Nae: Yes. Precisely.
Seth: *wistfully* I wish she was actually writing my story.
Joseph: We come first. We're actually being rewritten and maybe someday published.
Zacharias: We're going to make Nae a lot of money if she can get over this COMPLETELY CHANGING THE PLOT thing.
Nae: Excuse me? I deleted three characters and added a few plot points. YOU ARE TRYING TO MAKE ME KILL YOU. STOP. I DON'T NEED ANY MUSES.
Joseph: But our ending needs work!
Nae: As Pyrae so gently pointed out, everyone dying DOES NOT WORK. Nor does ambiguity.
Zacharias: But everyone dying would be realistic!
Nae: I know. Pyrae said that, too.
Seth: Why don't you ever listen to Pyrae?
Nae: Because...because...because that involves...you know...listening.

In conclusion: Woe, I am never going to finish this story. Maybe I really should just go write the Holy Trilogy. Somehow it's much easier to keep the angst to a minimum when I know everyone dies anyway, if that makes any sense at all.

In the thirty minutes I have been online, I have gotten five junk emails. FIVE.

No, I cannot be bothered to put italics on anything. IS THAT OKAY?

I did find my Indigo Girls CD. But I didn't listen to it because of a series of events which took up my entire night and prevented me from doing anything else on the list.

Pyraepyraepyraepyrae, when can we watch Don Juan DeMarco? It is good. I swear. And you said you would watch it. But when? I have time. I have all the time in the world. Except that I really should be writing something. And now I must go work on my skirt. Farewell, adieu, I don't even know what I'm saying anymore.

Comments

[naodrith.livejournal.com]

I don't know. I never really liked my original ending and I haven't got to the second one yet. What I think I'm trying for is not necessarily a "quick fix" to all of America's problems. I want it to be obvious that things are, indeed, better, but that there are still things that the heroes couldn't fix, and other people are going to have to fix them. I want Lasa's story (and all the stories bound up with hers) to be, more or less, over. But I don't want everything to be over because that's not realistic.

I also don't want to leave it so open-ended that I can be talked into a sequel.

[pyrae.livejournal.com]

Ew. Quick fixes are bad. I like what you described here. Definitely aim for that.