NaNo: Day 17
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If I've learned anything from the last couple days of NaNo, it's that when I don't have the time to obsess about what I'm writing, all the scenes just tend to drag with unimportant details. Or that when I don't exactly know what's happening next, I'll just keep writing a scene in the same POV until the characters are like, "Get us out of here, woman! Nothing's happening!"
With writing this latest scene, I've kind of realized that there definitely isn't enough foreshadowing in regards to the Snatchers, which is leading to some heavy infodump scenes that are beyond boring. If I slow it down and spread it out, it will probably help. I've just thought of a couple scenes I can put in the next draft that will remedy that, though. The important thing is that I'm getting the information out so I can use it later, I suppose.
I've also started to realize what words I use a lot. I seem to love tacking "you know" on to every piece of dialogue I can.
The scene for the day is short. Just Nico, Rachel, and Annabeth discussing the guy Rachel's dad is trying to set her up with while they're being sleuths. It also has the stupidest sentence I've written yet because it MAKES NO SENSE.
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“I’ve pulled up the Wikipedia page on Nectar, a couple of different news stories, their official Web site….” Annabeth replied, clicking a few more keystrokes. “Almost all the news stories have the same kind of lead-in, talking about how this Hadrian guy basically came out of nowhere and is now in the process of rebuilding Detroit’s economy single handedly.”
“Came out of nowhere, eh?” Nico asked, hopping on the other side of the counter, near Annabeth’s cupboards. The sunlight bounced off his silverware, casting a reflection onto Rachel’s face. “That isn’t suspicious at all.”
“Tell me about it,” Annabeth replied, turning her computer around for the two of them to see. On the screen was an enlarged photo of a rather handsome man with dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes; he was dressed in a suit and grinning at the camera. If Rachel didn’t know any better, she thought she might’ve been staring at a Hollywood actor.
“Honestly, Rachel, your dad could set you up with a lot worse,” Annabeth said with a grin, and Rachel kicked her in the leg, glowering at her.
“Yeah, because a kidnapper and possible murderer isn’t that bad,” Nico replied sarcastically, before he shoved a mouthful of noodles into his mouth and glared at both of them.
Annabeth ignored him, turning her computer back around.
If I've learned anything from the last couple days of NaNo, it's that when I don't have the time to obsess about what I'm writing, all the scenes just tend to drag with unimportant details. Or that when I don't exactly know what's happening next, I'll just keep writing a scene in the same POV until the characters are like, "Get us out of here, woman! Nothing's happening!"
With writing this latest scene, I've kind of realized that there definitely isn't enough foreshadowing in regards to the Snatchers, which is leading to some heavy infodump scenes that are beyond boring. If I slow it down and spread it out, it will probably help. I've just thought of a couple scenes I can put in the next draft that will remedy that, though. The important thing is that I'm getting the information out so I can use it later, I suppose.
I've also started to realize what words I use a lot. I seem to love tacking "you know" on to every piece of dialogue I can.
The scene for the day is short. Just Nico, Rachel, and Annabeth discussing the guy Rachel's dad is trying to set her up with while they're being sleuths. It also has the stupidest sentence I've written yet because it MAKES NO SENSE.
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“I’ve pulled up the Wikipedia page on Nectar, a couple of different news stories, their official Web site….” Annabeth replied, clicking a few more keystrokes. “Almost all the news stories have the same kind of lead-in, talking about how this Hadrian guy basically came out of nowhere and is now in the process of rebuilding Detroit’s economy single handedly.”
“Came out of nowhere, eh?” Nico asked, hopping on the other side of the counter, near Annabeth’s cupboards. The sunlight bounced off his silverware, casting a reflection onto Rachel’s face. “That isn’t suspicious at all.”
“Tell me about it,” Annabeth replied, turning her computer around for the two of them to see. On the screen was an enlarged photo of a rather handsome man with dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes; he was dressed in a suit and grinning at the camera. If Rachel didn’t know any better, she thought she might’ve been staring at a Hollywood actor.
“Honestly, Rachel, your dad could set you up with a lot worse,” Annabeth said with a grin, and Rachel kicked her in the leg, glowering at her.
“Yeah, because a kidnapper and possible murderer isn’t that bad,” Nico replied sarcastically, before he shoved a mouthful of noodles into his mouth and glared at both of them.
Annabeth ignored him, turning her computer back around.
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Date: 2009-11-18 05:47 pm (UTC)I can't pick out the "stupidest sentence." I think that's a good thing :)
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Date: 2009-11-20 04:08 am (UTC)