I am a pantser.
Also called a "gardener," but I hate that term. Pantser is much better, because I get the mental image of someone doing this:
And that makes me smile.
Anyway, a pantser as opposed to a planner. A planner outlines.
YUCK!
Outlining is for nerds.
I like just sitting down and writing without a plan, because then I get to surprise myself. "OH MY GOD so-and-so just died. Did not see that one coming." It makes writing more exciting! I rhymed!
But rewriting is like being a planner. I already know what's happening. Yawn.
I'm redoing about 7 chapters. Condensing. Cutting confusing stuff. Ya know. And it's killing me. I got so bored, I actually started another story. I'm like a crazy cat lady, only with WsIP instead of cats. At least my stories aren't smelly and can't turn me into a zombie.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
I Writed Another Poem
Another Poem by Engeler. He's becoming way more of a serious character than I intended. Isn't that fun? When your characters make their own goddamn decisions? Little bastards.
Well this one is more of a prophetic poem than the other one. Oh Engeler. You silly goose.
The Stone
The stone--
the one unscarred--
marks the end.
Before, the world is
barren,
poisoned,
white.
But beyond--
untouched and free,
with life and mind
and power--
the world
is green.
Well this one is more of a prophetic poem than the other one. Oh Engeler. You silly goose.
The Stone
The stone--
the one unscarred--
marks the end.
Before, the world is
barren,
poisoned,
white.
But beyond--
untouched and free,
with life and mind
and power--
the world
is green.
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