I have two days off. Finally. Trying to do a bit of writing.... Working on a collaborative project with a friend, but they are a poor writer and rush plot points, thereby painting the character into a corner. It's more than a little frustrating.
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I have two days off. Finally. Trying to do a bit of writing.... Working on a collaborative project with a friend, but they are a poor writer and rush plot points, thereby painting the character into a corner. It's more than a little frustrating.
That seems like a good way to write a novel for people low on time and it seems like a good way to compensate when on a job working full-time. That's a good idea. Many people are afraid of collaborative writing. I wish I considered it sometime in the future if I decide to write one, where I would need help. I just write some "long" short stories for the time being.Quote:
Originally Posted by Amnesiac
Collaborative writing is not bad, but my friend is an outliner and wants an outline. I never use a written outline. I am mostly a "pantser," but have plot points and stuff in my head. I guess this is a way to stretch my writing chops, but it's weird to work with someone else...
I have found exactly one person who I can collaborate with. One. And we've had lots of the same kinds of difficulties especially as we grow and change with trying to learn the craft.Quote:
Originally Posted by Amnesiac
The rest who have attempted this with me may or may not be missing.
Kidding...
...sorta.
The days are so empty here. I eat, sleep, go to the toilet, and that's about it.
Sorry, Dither... I'm pulling a 40-hour/week job now. I wish I would have taken the time in quarantine to paint. Now I regret not doing it. Ah well....
I would walk with you if I could.Quote:
Originally Posted by dither
Make u put your shoes on.
You would tell me “NO”
Yet I would.
We would walk out the door
Down the street
Notice things you did not notice before.
Then,,tomorrow we would do it again
Put one foot in front of the other.
We would walk out that door.
Rose,
I go out only when absolutely necessary right now because of the covid gig.
Before this thing hit us:
I could go out, stay local or take a ten mile bus-ride, either way, I would see so much and yet I would see nothing. I've walked passed people that I know and not see them or so I've been told.
Nothing registers with me.
I wasn't always like that. There was a time when I could go to a town nearby, somewhere that I've been so many times, and yet it was like I'd never been there before , I would see and notice so much, filled with awe and wonder, like a tourist. A part of me has died I think and I'm not sure that I mind.
Lol, I laugh wondering what you would make of me.
We walked this afternoon. We are on the edge of the village and there are plenty of footpaths around here which we have been exploring. Mostly we see no-one else, and the few we do see take the hint when we back off into a hedge and go around us with a smile and a nod and as much distance as possible. It is quite up and down hill, so there are some great views across the countryside.
After work last night I woke up this morning with that hit-by-a-truck feeling.
This has resulted in a jello day...both feeling like jello and trying to move through it.