| A Horrible dream |
[Aug. 14th, 2008|10:22 am] |
I dreamed that Dr. Horrible was working on a new project of evil . . . in rented mall space, for some reason. Also a couple other people who may or may not have been villains. (He seemed to have a crush on the Asian woman in the lab coat.)
Anyway, he caught wind that something wasn't right and they snuck out of the mall, only to be spotted in the parking lot. Who was after them? I still don't know, but they drove creepy, grey, unpainted vans and had rocket nets. BA-BOOM! The others were caught, but Dr. Horrible managed to pull himself out of the net and run away to a nearby park where he climbed a lightpost to escape from carnivorous dinosaurs. Which, apparently, live in the park.
Poor Billy. I was glad to see he escaped from the Mysterious Vans, though. Maybe later he'll tame a dinosaur and they'll kick ass together. |
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| Writing frustrations, and a moment of (Dr.) Horribleness |
[Jul. 18th, 2008|06:13 pm] |
I'm recovering from a couple years of writer's block.
I used to write. I wrote fanfic. A lot of fanfic. Enjoyable, but I wanted to write something original, partly because there's always the possiblity, however remote, that it could be published, but also because it would be something totally, utterly from my imagination. So I thought, "Maybe fanfic is sapping my creative urges. I know! I'll stop writing fanfic and all that pent up energy will be channeled into original writing!"
The result of this brilliant plan? Well, at first I sat and fidgeted in front of the computer, trying to write and failing. Then eventually I just stopped fidgeting or even thinking about writing. Once in a while I'd remember how I used to hammer out stories, how I'd get a sentence stuck in my head that HAD to be written or a story that HAD to be told, and I'd feel lost and unhappy because I wanted that feeling to return SO BADLY. Maybe I never wrote for a living, but I always defined myself as a writer. I had an itch to create and to share--even when I was writing crappy Mary Sue fics that I was too shy to share--and when I lost that, when I discovered I COULD lose that and go on living . . . it hurt.
Well, anyway. I just started working on a fanfic a week or two ago and the experience is odd. On the one hand, I'm really, thoroughly enjoying the creation process. On the other hand, I can tell I'm woefully out of practice. I'm having to think about things that would have just fallen into place before . . . sentence structure, which point of view to cast a scene from, word choice . . . That's frustrating. I hope I find my stride again. My greatest fear is that I'll never regain the ability I had.
Enough hand-wringing, onto topic number two! I found Dr. Horrible's Singalong Blog through ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) dextradawn's LJ. If you haven't seen it, I ask you, nay, I BEG YOU to watch it, for it is glorious and hilarious and the tunes are catchy. ("With my freeze ray . . .") I also snagged a Dr. Horrible icon:
Thank you, Dextra!
The last installment of the Singalong Blog is tomorrow. CAN'T WAIT!!! |
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