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Jan. 10th, 2009 10:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
charameiToday, for the first time since about the fifteenth of November, I felt like I knew what the hell I was doing.
I wrote the Prologue. It feels right; unpolished, sure, and there's at least one glaring mistake in it, but it's the first scene I've written in a while that had the right atmosphere for the world, the right reactions, the right balance between description and action. It feels... programmatic, as though now I've got that down, I should be able to replicate it when I inevitably scrap 90% of the material in this draft and redo it.
It feels good. I had my first writing-based adrenaline rush in a good long while.
And I even got a title out of it. It's silly, really, because it's been staring me in the face for ages.
My working title is no longer 'NaNoWriMo08', thank goodness. It's Exodus.
I wrote the Prologue. It feels right; unpolished, sure, and there's at least one glaring mistake in it, but it's the first scene I've written in a while that had the right atmosphere for the world, the right reactions, the right balance between description and action. It feels... programmatic, as though now I've got that down, I should be able to replicate it when I inevitably scrap 90% of the material in this draft and redo it.
It feels good. I had my first writing-based adrenaline rush in a good long while.
And I even got a title out of it. It's silly, really, because it's been staring me in the face for ages.
My working title is no longer 'NaNoWriMo08', thank goodness. It's Exodus.