Kitsu haunts me in a page or two. She’s introduced me to a very odd take on her story, and I’m willing to run with it for a while.
I worked more on the pitch the other night, but failed to blog. So sorry. My collaborator and I are due a long phone conversation.
Meanwhile, two more character intros:
More pitch writing. Not much else to report.
As lots of folks know, I run tabletop campaigns from time to time. I usually write snippets about the campaign. This time it’s Vampire: the Requiem (which technically makes this a “chronicle”), and the snippets are character studies.
Which means several samples of my idea of writing are now available here:
It’s the collaborator’s turn to be stuck in work hell, so I am doing the stuff she can’t. I’m working on the pitch.
On one hand: I hate pitches! Pitches are harder to write than dialogue or sex scenes. You have to cut, cut, cut, cut until you’re not sure if you’re even conveying anything meaningful or just forming sentences that are less intelligible than a handful of refrigerator magnets thrown onto the side of a moving tractor-trailer. I also can’t add my trademark humor much.
Like I said — I hate pitches!
On the other hand: Pitches are a challenge, so I must automatically love them CURSE YOU COMPETITIVE SELF.
Anyway, I’m done pitching for tonight. It sucks that it took two hours to write what amounts to six paragraphs. Someday I’ll be some sort of awesome super-writer and my farts will cause book contracts to flutter into being via some sort of bizarre abiogenesis. Until then, though…off to the salt mines I go.
in my bed
feet cold
eyes red
I’m out
of my head