NaNo + Botfish = <3 <3 <3

[16:35] <Eveandriss> BOT
[16:35] <Botfish> Just, y'know, ballroom dancing heroine, and a can of beans on the news is basically 1.500 words, right? I don't know.
[16:35] <Play> ...
[16:35] <Azz> I hate it when my pasta boils the fuck over
[16:35] <Play> can that be my next 1500 words?
[16:35] <Azz> YES
[16:35] <Play> I NEED THESE WORDS

Oh, characters. (Plotting conundrum inside.)

My writing style is rather strongly character-driven, and the process often winds up going:

1: Emotional arcs and starting situations known coming in.
2: Dialogue
3/4: Stage Directions & Blocking
5: Embroidery

I am temporarily held up by a piece of dialogue.

One of my characters has behaved like an utter tool, but in a distinctly different way than someone else's mental model of his usual form of toolish behavior. This is in no small part due to different sets of information held by each character going in. This expectation bubble is about to collapse in a suitably dramatic fashion. Once I know how it collapses, I will know the outgoing arcs and I'll be able to build the rest of the scene, but the pin of the scene around which I have to build the dialogue is that clash of the actual and the incorrectly expected.

Unfortunately I know too much about the scenario from all directions to accurately model the steps that led to the incorrect (but deeply amusing to me as the reader) guess. (A number of the Usual Suspects also know more information about the scenario than any of the given participants know, which in this case is not necessarily helpful.)

( Let me lay it out. )

My Day

Woke up early on purpose (though earlier than I intended) to go to the giveawy of the stuff left after an estate sale. Arrived later than planned, and most things were gone, but not the chair pad, which was what I most wanted. Yay!

Started cleaning when I came home, which I was then distracted from by chatfish word wars & plotting.

Called BFF. Plotted. I cackled about characters who set themselves up for a fall. He does not entirely understand, as his characters don't talk back.

He managed to trigger some funstuff so I had to explain. Fortunately we are at the point where it's no big deal, and I can work through. Trust. Yay! (See also: "That's kinda rapey" as applied to media products. And grossout trolling culture aspects.) (Also it's amazing; I can feel my brain destabilize but with him there is little to no BRAIN BROKE PLEH HOW DOES COMMUNICATION WHY ARE WORDS.)

Then I was distracted from more word wars by cooking, then AIIII DIALOGUE.

Amd now, sleep.

48 tweets for 2011-11-6

In the last 24 hours, I posted the following to Twitter:

• Sunday, 0019: @humpuphigh Oh no! Your cocks(?)!!!
• Sunday, 0020: @llbbooks If she was the one flashing her tits at you...
• Sunday, 0021: @semanticist My timezone falls and clonks its head tonight.
• Sunday, 0137: RT @therealjanisian: Quote of the day: “Never trust a man who, when left alone with a tea cosey, doesn’t try it on.” –Billy Connolly
• Sunday, 0138: @loopylisa93 Yay! Much love. Now I sleep!
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