Things, and how they are not going well

[raven]

As of right of this moment, things are Not Going Well. It's tipping down outside, I have a headache they could have used to bulldoze the Hoover Dam, and to add further injury to lesser injury, I have done something to my ankle, and not in the usual way. It feels like my foot is full of guitar strings some sadist is slowly tightening, bit by agonising bit. My mother says I should have more calcium in my diet. I tried explaining that calcium enriches bones, and my problem is clearly my muscles, but she refuses to listen. I get to walk with a limp the whole day, yay.

In other news, I'm running late. I have to be out of the house by half eleven at the latest, to meet everyone at twelve thirty at Central. Everyone means Becca, Hannah, Clare, Enid, Colleen, Emily and Lorna. I've never met Lorna, so that should be interesting. The rest of them, affectionately known as the "posse" by Hannah, are all on LJ, but I cannot be bothered with the coding involved.

And there's another reason things are crappy, as well. Last night, after some conversation with purplerainbow, I was sort of kind of inspired to write a response to this week's contrelamontre challenge. It's more substantial than usual this week - the challenge is simply "character development" and you get two hours to write it in - and foolishly, I tried it last night. I managed to produce two thousand words in an hour and three quarters, and I was fairly proud of the result, wondering where all the ripe and ready inspiration had come from.

Of course, now, in the cold light of morning, it's perfectly clear where it came from. I've plagiarised it. Not intentionally, mind you, but that is what I've done. I read a lot of fic yesterday, and I can see clearly where I've drawn the idea from. The worst thing about it is of course I like the piece I've written. If you ignore the content and instead look at the style and quality of writing, I'm almost proud of it. But plot does have something to do with it. I ought to just select all, then delete, but I don't want to.

So, yes. Rain, lameness and battles with my conscience. I hope this day gets better.

Comments

[language-idling.livejournal.com]

Send me your fic. I'll enjoy it. I won't tell. ;) I'm very much a fan of your style.

[tygermoonfoxx.livejournal.com]

Ugh....I absolutely hate it when that happens! I read quite a bit over the course of a day and sometimes when I sit down to do my writing, I find myself thinking, "This sounds awfully familiar..." I go over, pull a few books, and lo and behold the reason the writing sounds familiar is because I subconsciously pulled it from the stories I'd been reading. Such things quickly find their way to the trash :P

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Good to see I'm not the only one. Let's hope some rewriting will save it from the trash!