Just Write

I need to write. Both Lila and Fallen Apart have been sitting idle for way too long. I’m nearly finished with both fanfiction novels, too. Only a couple more chapters to write for both of them.

I need to sum up what happens with the family and Lila in my TMNT fanfiction. Don finds a way to make everyone better, as well as a way to get Lila home. It won’t be a happy, happy ending, and I’ll add a dark cloud to the end, but it’ll be done. I just lost all the turtles’ personalities, and this new TMNT series coming out is not helping. Back to the 2k3 series and season 1 through 3!

… not that I have time for that.

Then, for Fallen Apart, which is a lot darker and with a lot more of my talent poured into it, I need Remy to break. He needs to, um, fall apart and doubt himself a lot more than he already has in the past 50k words. He needs to first have a little breakdown, then get pushed into breaking all the mutants out of the prison, and then he’s held captive in the X-Mansion. No one will let him go because of his physical wounds, and not to mention his mental ones as well. He’s not well, but he’s panicking. He can’t find Sayuri, Storm, or Rogue. He knows where Storm is, but no one will let him find her. Eventually he finds Sayuri, but … at the end of the story he never finds Rogue.

I hate to give away my ending and all, but these thoughts need to come out. I started writing and I go all babble-y. I still have at least 10k words left in that story, but it’ll probably end up being closer to 20k or 25k. I try to write about 5k words per chapter. That’s how it averages out, anyway.

Fallen Apart is just my greatest writing accomplishment through and through. It’s not yet finished, like Ninja Woods, but it’ll get there. I promised myself. I feel like I’m writing well, with a lot of description, character development, character interaction, and believable situations (as believable as the X-Men can get), and that brings me length.

I poured my heart into this story, but after that little depressed chapter in my life, my drive to write this story has gone downhill. It’s tough to write because of how dark it is. It contains torture, psychological breakdown, physical beatings, and abuse. Every. Single. Chapter. I haven’t written anything for this since February, which is where my life got better. I don’t know why, but I haven’t been depressed over overly sad.

Even so, if I’m going to finish only one of these stories, Fallen Apart is definitely going to be my choice. It’s my baby.

Of course, I can’t write my own novel. No, Zodiac Tribes is too precious for that. Instead, I take my favorite character from the comics and torture him. Ain’t I nice?