Mixolydian Mode in 7/4 Time

March 25, 2012 by Cassidy Frazee | 14 Comments

Saturdays are, by their very nature, very different for me.  It’s not a day of rest, though I sure as hell try to turn them that way.  Most of the time I’m up and running at 6 AM, and if I’m lucky I’m through with everything by 3 PM.

And then it’s time for–you guessed it!  Writing.  Well, my story writing.  I always try to do the blog in the morning, because I’m a view whore, and I figure most people will get their notices telling them I’ve got something new to say.  Even if it is the same old crap over and over, it is, at least, new crap.

Yesterday was a busy day for me as well, because I was judging a local science and engineering fair for junior and senior high students, with winners going onto the State Competition, probably held just down the street from where I work.  Some of the stuff I saw yesterday was very good; some was so-so; and some . . . you wonder what their science teacher was thinking when they were told to enter.

And there was one student, a very nice, self-admitted goth girl, who I engaged in all things supernatural, vampiric, role playing, and who had the nicest, gothyist necklace.  (Gothyist?  Is that a real word?  Is now.)  I would have actually liked to have gotten to speak with her a little more, because when I started talking, “Vampire, the Masquerade” . . . yeah, those dark eyes of hers lit up.  I do love doing that.

I finally found my way into my story, and let me tell ya, friend, that was some tough writing.  I don’t know it is these days, but I seen to be searching for the right words all the time these days, and where once I was burning through 1,100 words in an hour, it’s more like 1,500 in three.  But, when I’m done with those, I don’t need to do a lot of editing.  It’s good, it’s really good.

I also seem to get distracted a lot of late.  And then I get bored.  I don’t know where the hell my head is sometimes.  But I will say that a lot of times, it seems like it’s on the novel.

A perfect example is I was getting closer to the end of the scene in Chapter 46, and I needed an ending.  It was probably one of the things that was slowing me up, because I was imagining the end.

A bathroom break was in order, so I headed over the Zee Master Bath, sat down, and inside ten seconds I had the ending to the scene.  See good things do come to you while you’re sitting on the pot.

The scene finally ran 1,702 words.  I could have been geeky and deleted one word, then said, “Hey, I got the Enterprise’s registration number down!” but I didn’t do that, so I’ll settle for that of the Pegasus–which, since I was on a planet that’s in orbit around Mu Pegasus . . . whoa.  That’s even chiller.

And during the writing of said scene, I’m looking at the chapter scenes–I can do that because I keep Scrivener in split-scene all the time–I realized that something I wanted to say in the next scene, it was going to need its own scene.  Oi.  So I added that to the mix, gave it a title and date, and saved it off.  It’s not like I wasn’t not going to write this, but it needed its own scene card, and now it has it.

Needless to say, my day ran until midnight, and when I finally get to sleep I have crazy dreams.  They didn’t make any sense, other than I was getting hit with rubber hose a lot last night, so when I arose this morning, I felt as if I’d gotten those beatings in real life.  I mean, damn: I was sore.

I need some cuddling.  And not a cuddler in sight.

Guess I’ll just have to write some more, then.