Jots and Tittles

So, yeah. On track word count for today is something like 33k words. I have about 29k.

I think last year around this time, I was done, or at least nearly done. Of course, last year at this time I also had a lot more time to write, and a better story that I actually cared about and stuff. But honestly, there IS no more fourth wall in my novel. I've broken it too many times; I don't even bother rebuilding it anymore. It's kind of depressing. I've gotten to the point where I use dirty word count tricks like saying "any more" instead of "anymore" (I just about did it a few minutes ago) or turning all my contractions into 2 words. Sigh. It's like pulling teeth!

And then I have to write that paper about Brokeback Mountain. Let me tell you, even if it wasn't about something that absolutely disgusts me (and yes, watching two men make love just about made me want to puke x.x ), the plot just drags and drags and drags, on and on and ooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnn for two hours! It was originally like a 12-page short story (yes, I had to read that too, and no, it isn't any better), and you just can't drag a plot like that out into that long of a movie without some severe plot changes. And they didn't. Change the plot, I mean. Thankfully there was only one scene where they were actually doing the deed, but there was another in which they were cuddling (several others, actually) and it was just wrong. Their bodies just don't fit together, and I couldn't find the romance aspect of it believable, or anything. That's just not natural, and there's nothing you can do to make it seem natural to me. It was just disgusting. And now I have to write a paper about it? *dies* It's going very slowly, and that's putting it lightly.

Sigh. I should probably be working right now. But there's only an hour left, and finding the addresses of all the hotels, motels, hostels, bed & breakfasts, and dude ranches in eastern Utah is not so much fun, really. I'd much rather be writing. The only problem is, I don't know what to write! My detective is turning out to be a real jerk, and I hadn't intended him to be the bad guy. I guess it'd be kind of fun to make it so that everyone is conspiring against him--it'd do wonders for the word count, at any rate. But I really just want the damn story to end. It's no fun, I'm just writing because I refuse to lose. I might lose anyway, but I'm going down fighting!

Well, it's back to work with me. :(

-Jaya-