Secret Santa Blues

[frea_o]

I am so stuck. I have 99% of my Secret Santa project done (which was an undertaking of mass proportions that I’m still not sure what happened, lemme tell you), but I’ve got one scene left to go, less than a thousand words, and they are not happening. Given that I write by my hunches, and practice a lot so that I can understand those hunches, this writer’s block is telling me one of two things:

a) It’s December and I always get writer’s block in December because Nanowrimo is actually kind of terrible for me
b) I’m doing something wrong, but I don’t know what it is yet.

So now it’s just a matter of waiting to see which one it is. Hopefully before, you know, the deadline.

Thanks to sabra_n, I walked by a TV set at work while they were playing something about Les Mis. The saddest part is that it wasn’t anything from the actual movie when I recognized it: I just looked up, spotted Tom Hooper, and was like, “Oh, Les Mis.” And then Hugh Jackman’s singing face showed up on TV and I realized that if I can recognize the director of a movie before I recognize the movie itself (Eastwood, Spielberg, Lucas, and Hitchcock aside), then I have probably watched too many behind-the-scenes featurettes.

For example, as I write this, I’m listening to the Australian cast members parody Bohemian Rhapsody. I haven’t even seen more than half of Les Mis live and my friend has turned me into a revolutionary nerd.

Well played, sabra_n. Well played.

Comments

[allisnow.livejournal.com]

I'm stuck on mine, too. I think my problem is that I didn't write with any kind of plan in mind, just jumped right in, and now I need to wrap things up but the end of the story is usually one of the first things I plan but I didn't plan anything this time and omg I'm really starting to hate it.

[frea-o.livejournal.com]

Whenever I have trouble with endings, my dad always tells me to use his favorite one: flash of light, great noise, silence. Yes, my father regularly tells me I should blow things up. And they wonder why their kid is so strange. So, hey, that's always an option for you. Just make the explosion red and green and call it a Christmassy explosion. If you use copper, I think that makes green fire, and then you know, there's that red mist bomb squads always talk about and...wow, that went really dark, really fast. Bad Frea.

I know what the ending needs to be, but for some reason I always have the hardest time writing the actual romance part of Clint and Natasha (especially since the movie didn't have anything overt). This is currently me:



aaaaaaaaaaargh!!!

[sabra-n.livejournal.com]

YOU'RE WELCOME

Also, I watched all of The Lizzie Bennet Diaries in one night because of you, so consider us even.

[frea-o.livejournal.com]

So I got you hooked on a remake of an 18th century book and you got me hooked on a remake of a play based on an 18th century book? Seems fitting.

[sabra-n.livejournal.com]

....JaneAustenis19thcentury.

*ducks*

[frea-o.livejournal.com]

Hahahahahahahahahahahaahha, whyyyyyyyyy am I writing historical fiction when I so clearly suuuuuuck at it?

[sabra-n.livejournal.com]

Eh, that's what research is for.

[waterstar-las85.livejournal.com]

Hey there's no shame in watching BTS featurettes! :D
Then again maybe I need a life outside of designing & playing with special effects...

[frea-o.livejournal.com]

Hahaha, it's more the sheer number of them I have been watching, really, rather than the fact that I'm watching them at all.