I've finally made some progress on my collab. Albeit, not much. Bluebell (my collab partner) and I (Peekaboo), tend to get off topic rather a lot what with didges and math(s). The most we've been able to decide on is two character names that aren't final, and their main personality traits. We've also decided that it's going to be a college fic, but we have no idea for locations and such except for it'll be set in the United States. We've come up with a few necessary rules for our characters, but our progress is lacking.

The one major thing we've come to a conclusion on is how exactly we're going to write the chapters so the writing remains consistent. Over msn messenger, we're going to have conversations in character. Each of us will represent a different character, and we'll write back to each other in what manner we feel the character would do. Afterwords, we each will write the dialogue tags and actions the characters would be doing. Then, we pick one person to write the scene. That person will send it to the other, and the other will edit it and add extra tidbits that she feels is necessary.

We're also willing to try different methods, but we think this one will be more conventional.

I almost laughed my pants off when Bluebell was surprised I had the ending already in mind for Bleeding Is An Art. She thinks I'm weird, but she is too. Weirdness runs in packs. It's like a disease. I also told her the ending to Forrester's. I'm one of those weird people that tend to read the endings first. I make my friends tell me the ends of movies before I'll go see them also. She totally had the ending wrong, but that's because I'm loony, and I'm sure 99.9999% of my readers won't be able to guess it.

Anyway, I'm getting bored, so I think I'll post some cookies for Bleeding Is An Art because I feel like it.  

Right, that's about all for now.

Oh, as for our collab, here's the pending title:
Possible Title: How To Catch A Leprechaun

When authors say that writing a particular story or scene is mentally and emotionally exhausting, I never really understood what they meant. I thought it was some in some form or another, a case of Writer's Block. But ah, why must everything be out to prove me wrong?

No, when they say it's draining, they absolutely mean it. At first, I was just having trouble comprehending where my first chapter was going to go, but then I decided to write the dialogue first. I had done that for a vignette, and it seemed to work rather well, using the dialogue as the foundation.

So, I wrote the dialogue, and then I wrote my descriptions and all that up until I was about halfway through the dialogue. I was seemingly satisfied that I had achieved something, but then I went to bed, woke up, and was absolutely disgusted. I rewrote a portion of the descriptive part that seemed to fit the character much more. Then, wise, old me, decided to jump views in the first chapter. That's what I've been writing today, but the character is mentally disturbed.

I started writing at about eleven, wrote about a hundred words, and then my character reared its ugly head, and I realized that I actually have something here. I have two point of views from the opposite end of the spectrum that seem to thrive on drama and angst, not to mention, one considers itself to be an artist while the other doesn't even recognize itself. 

I've been pounding myself in the head ever since about twelve, wondering why in the hell I couldn't write the character like I wanted. Since about six o'clock, I've only managed to write about seventy words, and I feel like I've just been through hell and back, but I have a definite direction now. 

Let's just say that I am entirely too grateful that the ficathon deadline has been pushed up to March 31st because I need every spare minute I can get if I want to write 3,000 words by then and not betray my characters in any aspect. 

Just to be nice, I'll give you a name and description of my upcoming story for the ficathon.

Possible names include: Bleeding Is An Art (add or subtract a few words) or Rigor Mortis
90% Sure This Is The Final Summary: I'm bleeding his blood, and it hurts like hell. So bleed me dry. I've got a secret to tell.

Okay, as of recently, I've noticed that for the past months, I've been using this blog as a complaint board, and frankly, I'm sick and tired of that. So, considering that a new semester is beginning on January 8th, I've decided to try and make this a positive blog that revolves around my writing. 

For the past year or so, I've become more driven and oriented in my writing. It's improved greatly from when I was 15--the age I decided I wanted to write more seriously. I've seen improvements in papers that the school has made us write and such, but more so, I find myself wanting to write more and more, whether it be random words to actual chapters. 

I've always wanted to be an Anthropologist, and I doubt I'll ever give up that goal. But recently, I've found that I want to minor in writing or something of the sort. I have no idea where I'm going with this, except that this is going to feature excerps and such from my writing with little blurbs about how my life is going (all positive--hopefully). 

Anyway, I bet you're all wondering how Forrester's or something like that is coming. Seriously, I have no outline for this, except ideas for each chapter I'm writing. When I started, I knew the beginning that I wanted and nothing else. I wasn't even focused on this story to be truthful. Adelaide was going to be a more serious character with a case of klepto, but she invaded my life, and I just started writing, and somehow, it worked. The good thing is that I know the ending, you'll all probably hate me for it, but that's the way I want it. For all of you gasping readers, she doesn't die. Nobody dies.

On another note, there's this girl that wants to collab with me and see what we can come up with. I haven't gotten a reply from her since I sent the email, maybe I won't, but if I do, I'll be looking forward to it.

I entered a Fic-A-Thon again. I should have reconsidered seeing as I didn't even submit the story I was writing for it last time, I submitted Adelaide's,  but I decided to give it another go and stretch beyond my horizons. On the path, so far, my brain has been beaten in by lack of a sufficient plot and characters that aren't fully developed. It's hell, but I'm starting to enjoy it.

Damn, maybe I need an exorcism. Who knows. 

I'm going to create a picture gallery for my Forrester's characters. I can't exactly give you an accurate physical interpretation of them because I don't even know what they completely look like. I never do when I read a book. Pictures have never bothered me, it's just that I don't agree with them half the time even though I've never imagined the characters in flesh. It's weird, but then again, I'm weird.