Wow, there’s a Marvel mutant named Piecemeal, which sounds like a name you’re more likely to give a dog than your alter-persona. Plus, his super power seems to be a big stretch considering what piecemeal means.

This is what I get for using my Wikipedia search by mistake instead of my Dictionary.com one.

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On another semi-related note, I’ve written something like 4,500 words since Sunday — not bad, if I do say so myself. It means that I’m actually keeping with my “try for at least 1,000 words a day” goal (although my summer reading is suffering as a result). However, I’m wondering if I’m writing anything good, per se. In a way I wish I was done with “Tayce” and was giving it its first “official” edit. I can never see the whole picture of a story until I have it printed out and in front of me, with a red pen in my hand.

I’ve been giggling over some old MSTings (Oscar, anyone?) and really bad fanfiction because, well, it’s one way to let your brain cool down after agonizing over your writing and your graduate application package (gods help me) and there’s always the worry of bad osmosis.

Of course, thinking about bad writing makes me wonder if my writing is bad and if I’m just doing the literary equivalent of vomiting onto the page (or, in its current form, screen). I’ve also been worrying that Tayce has too much “down time” in between its action scenes, but again, this may be because I have yet to see the whole picture of the story. And then I slowly spiral into an emo-whining-writer who can’t stand to look at the computer screen lest the literary equivalent of the Raven flies out and says to me “Nevermore.” Eventually, though, one must bitch-slap themselves back into the present and continue with work. Yeah, get going me, times a-wastin’.

2:46 pm | Category: Writing | |

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