Think head is full. At least that bit that keeps track of stories & characters.
First there is the WIP. Have decided Nate is good boy after all. He likes to look around, which makes it easier to do the descriptive thing, but, I realised, he doesn't seem to show emotions, which is annoying. Most chars are the other way around.
Next we a potential novel that is actually a spin off from the above. Wherein a naval commander, who is a protag in the WIP, is now the main characters. It has some events from WIP, from a different POV but a whole different storyline (beginning, middle & end), with interesting supporting characters, conflict etc. Everything just waiting to be written down. Too good to pass up. So he's penciled in for November (Nanowrimo).
And then we have a new batch of characters with no names. (Actually the two main characters do. Bah.) They are shiny & new and already they've presented some plot/conflict ideas, a usable beginning, a team of supporting characters. Bah. There is no room for them. 'tis sqrl's fault.
There's also the trains, but we shall overlook them, for now.
First there is the WIP. Have decided Nate is good boy after all. He likes to look around, which makes it easier to do the descriptive thing, but, I realised, he doesn't seem to show emotions, which is annoying. Most chars are the other way around.
Next we a potential novel that is actually a spin off from the above. Wherein a naval commander, who is a protag in the WIP, is now the main characters. It has some events from WIP, from a different POV but a whole different storyline (beginning, middle & end), with interesting supporting characters, conflict etc. Everything just waiting to be written down. Too good to pass up. So he's penciled in for November (Nanowrimo).
And then we have a new batch of characters with no names. (Actually the two main characters do. Bah.) They are shiny & new and already they've presented some plot/conflict ideas, a usable beginning, a team of supporting characters. Bah. There is no room for them. 'tis sqrl's fault.
There's also the trains, but we shall overlook them, for now.
