This afternoon, for a strange reason, I don't want to let go by. I want to stay awake for it, not to nap it, to gather what I can today and hold it close - or let it out.
I want to write a storm. I want to write 5000 words today. I want to blow through the minimum of NaNoWriMo.
But I don't want to write NaNo's story.
I want to write backgrounds. Back stories. Next story ideas. I know how this one ends. Now I need to know how the others begin.
I want to write settings, and descriptive moments; I want to write contemplative moments and long-winded text walls.
I can't because that just ain't my style. I write staccato, quick shots, short paragraphs with lots of commas. Three word sentences. Fragments and bits and pieces meant for playing.
I can describe, that's not what I do. I'm a dialogue writer. I see the walls around my characters as open space, a stage open to the back where you can see the curtains at the edges, the ropes onto the stage holding the scenery up and away. I could pull down the scenery, because I see it in my head, but to describe it all would take pages and pages. I believe in Chekhov's Gun, and description is not there for me to prove that I can do it, but for me to utilize and use.
Setting is a character, a prop, a something necessary for the characters to use or play with or interact with. They see, hear, smell, are part of the setting, and the setting is a part of them.
The important thing about the story to me is that it may be start of a new series, and I may actually like working with a female protagonist. This woman wants to be a badass, but for some reason she's a mother-figure or the vixen-virgin to the men around her who underestimate her. This is what I'm trying to present. This is what I'm trying to prove. A deep character, more than just badass or bitch or someone else's sidekick.