Nanonanonano Shtoof

Okay, so I know my writing style isn't particularly refined or polished or any such thing like that. The NaNo thing only sort of emphasized that, 'specially my incredible (lack of) talent at exposition and similar things. I also tend to come up with weird ways to describe things; surreal is a good word for it. I like writing surreal. Which is probably why the NaNonovel is mostly dream sequences- eventually it gets to the point where there is no distinction between dreams and reality, and that's when I just go crazy and fuck with the imagery like a rabbit on crack. But in the five chapters that I have posted, the whole surrealism thing is really nicely showcased in the first and fifth chapters...I really like those two. The first one's better than the fifth one, but I feel that I started out well and then the whole thing just went downhill from the first chapter. (I've got twenty or so chapters of varying lengths done; the story is nowhere near finished.)

I'm going to finish it, someday. It's important to me, and I love it, the way a mother loves her three eyed, one armed, mutated and retarded child that was dropped on its head too many times. I created a monster with that thing- the world it takes place in has a more in depth history, and the characters are better fleshed out (in my head- the story is wack, but I know my characters) than anything I've ever created before. Thirty days of intense writing connects you to your work- not to say that working slowly, carefully on something won't give you a connection, too. But it's a different sort of connection; when you've got a limited amount of time, you almost have to force things into place. I guess the closest thing I can think of comparing it to is an arranged marriage; you're stuck with this world, with these people, and you either learn to live with them and love them, or you end up miserable. There's no time to get to know them slowly, before hand; it's all immediate, right now, and you just have to shove things into place until they work.

As a result of all of this, I've got a mass murdering alien psychopath, a Russian addict-prostitute, a pair of psychically bonded millionair biological experiments, the physical manifestation of chaos as it relates to time, an ex-hippy Hindu-Pagan god of Retribution, and a depressed doctor who throws pots in her spare time living in my head. And they don't get along very well at all. But I love them all dearly, despite the high aggravation level. It works, somehow...

I will put up bits and pieces of the different chapters in SporNo as I get around to editing them...but I am lazy, and it's not in an easily formatted form, so it might take me a while. I will have pictures of Leto in drag somewhat sooner, though. Because that boy is so messed up in the head it almost makes me cry. But he does look damn sexy in a dress. ;) *cough* leave me and my minor obsession with crossdressing guys alone, okay? *grin* It could be worse, you know...I'm not sure how, but I'm sure it could.