So what kind of lean mean writing machine was I? By golly I was one that churned out a phenomenal amount of verbiage. Yeah, it was just that easy. Even though I didn't recognize it back then for what it was (how could I, since I never done this kind of thing before), but I had a story that was literally writing itself.
Every morning and evening I sat down at my computer (and sometimes during my breaks at work I would write by hand, back when my hands were functioning units) the words just poured out of me. They came out so fast and so furious that quite often I had problems in keeping up with the deluge.
Although I was having a blast writing this thing, I knew I had to do some basic formatting so as to make this yeccch thing readable. Now before you jump the gun and start shouting out what I did, let me tell you first what I didn't do.
1} Proper sentence structure.
2} Under-utilize adjectives and adverbs.
3} Proper dialogue structure.
4} Proper scene breaks.
5} Use the various writing guides available.
6} Chapter breaks.
7} Proper font and/or proper font size.
Now that you've digested those 7 major FUBARS (and probably thought of a few more as well), let me tell you what I did do.
1} Numbering of pages.
2} Kept the two plot lines separate and semi-coherent.
Sad, isn't it?
I would now like to give you an example of six out of those seven points (font will be tricky to show, but easy to explain) I've listed, so if you follow me to the other other other other blog, we'll continue the post over there. When you're finished laughing out loud and making entirely appropriate snide comments, come back over for the conclusion of this post.
So once I decided on a course of attack with this story, I settled down into a somewhat disturbing routine of writing that looking back on it now, really was a pretty shitty way of writing.
Up next: What the hell was this poorly written story all about.