Writing. Hae. Really.
Jul. 2nd, 2010 10:39 pmI wrote myself a headache.
You see Davie, the protag of my WIP, came to town. He didn't want to, but there he is, and it seems he can't do anything without me having to fact check, whether this is looking at people walking past, being accosted by a stranger, hiding in an alley, watching the scenery from the carriage (it's a carriage, it's doesn't f/ing matter what sort), being taken to a new house (if I check what that'll look like, I'm giving up now) and now he's about to go inside the bloody house, into a room which has furniture and valuable things he'll notice, and then he'll be given a meal. *sigh* Then he'll have a bath (...) and probably get his hair combed (?) and get taken to his room (which is ???).
IfI he survives all then, he gets to go to beach. Yay. All I have to do there is work out where the beaches were. (And what the girl on the beach is doing there, and wearing.)
Oh well. When I'm done with this, I can go back to my little SF story where I can make it all up.
You see Davie, the protag of my WIP, came to town. He didn't want to, but there he is, and it seems he can't do anything without me having to fact check, whether this is looking at people walking past, being accosted by a stranger, hiding in an alley, watching the scenery from the carriage (it's a carriage, it's doesn't f/ing matter what sort), being taken to a new house (if I check what that'll look like, I'm giving up now) and now he's about to go inside the bloody house, into a room which has furniture and valuable things he'll notice, and then he'll be given a meal. *sigh* Then he'll have a bath (...) and probably get his hair combed (?) and get taken to his room (which is ???).
If
Oh well. When I'm done with this, I can go back to my little SF story where I can make it all up.
