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The Worst Contract Ever
So I got a contract (cool) for writing (HOLY COOL!) for a sourcebook for an RPG (omfg-wtf-angels-from-heaven-singing-choir-while-cherubim-play-trumpet-and-rain-rose-petals-on-my-head-cool). At the time, I thought this was just bulltits, and I was delighted, but now that I'm getting into it, I'm dreading that I ever took it.
It really is a pretty cool game -- the guy's come up with a neat world and some pretty hot dice rolling mechanics and whatnot. He's a good friend of mine, but that wouldn't cause me to say nice things about his game if it wasn't really awesome.
I'm stuck on the six-page story from Hell though. Each chapter begins with one page (no more, no less, and I have very specific length constraints on it, both min and max) out of an ongoing story. They have to be punchy, they have to include certain elements, and they have to fill the space allocated for them.
Don't get me wrong, writing short stuff is what I'm good at. My favorite medium is flash fiction, so it's not the brevity that's getting to me... I feel like I'm drying to do a paint-by-numbers, but I'm on acid so it's hard to read the numbers and the lines keep blurring around. I spent two hours today agonizing over a stupid sentence that was three words too long and overflowed onto the next page. This isn't writing, it's something bloody terrible that resembles writing in the same way the special olympics resemble the real thing.
Now I have to go back into this stupid file and work on page four, which is too short as is, but too long to add another whole paragraph too.
Don't ever agree to work for your friends, even casual ones. Ugh.
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"Every man builds his world in his own image. He has the power to choose, but no power to escape the necessity of choice."
-Ayn Rand
"I have never made but one prayer to God, a very short one: 'O Lord, make my enemies ridiculous.' And God granted it. "-Voltaire
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