The Creative Process

The Typing of the Manuscript, cont'd



Ooooooh....

Exactly what I find so interesting, I have no idea. I think my friend found out that a story she sent into a contest got good reviews from the judges.



Typing, typing...

Just more typing...



Sugar, spice, and everything nice...

I found my Powerpuff Girls rag, and I was very excited. I nearly killed myself jumping up on my computer chair, though.



Interruptions...yet again...

I'm trying to type, when BAM! Someone IMs me!



I get this a lot...
Darci's telling an interested me about the novel she's writing. Note the KazaA background. I'm sad because I can't download songs anymore, lest I get arrested. And that ad cracks me up. "Sink a Ducky."



There is no spoon...

I seem to be emulating the Matrix here. Aided by my chair of course. Either that or I'm falling asleep. I write in a variety of odd positions...



Posture, Ladies...

If I had been any closer to the keyboard, I would have been in perfect posture. I had a friend make a comment about my posture in class. My back was hurting (darned scoliosis), and when that happens, I have to straighten my spine as much as possible. Yeah, a lot of the time I sit up perfectly straight when i write, because when I slouch too long, it starts to hurt.



Squint against the glare of writing genius...

Once again I have no idea what I'm doing here...Squinting? Did something get on my face? WHAT?? Oh, look, my stapler again..



Let down that hair...

My hair was annoying me by being braided, so I took it down. Wow. So many things annoy me as I type...



Mmmm...that sounds good...

I was actually saying the lines out loud. I do that sometimes. Once, I was reading all the spoken sentences in a very odd accent that was a mix of Irish, Russian, and British. yeah, I'm odd.



At last, something is accomplished...

The very end of chapter seven of my fanfic, Heather's Adventures. Um, don't try to read it if you don't want it spoiled...


NEXT: THE FINISHING TOUCHES!

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