BWAGH.

[elaby]

I'm at 48,810 words, and my novel is wretched. In an attempt to actually get to the end of the story within November, I've skipped tons of stuff, which means that I really have no idea specifically what led up to what's going on right now. I had a scene in my head since before the beginning of the month, and I wrote it yesterday, and seldom has anything so greatly anticipated sucked more mightily. But I have high hopes for this story if I can just get a draft finished, as skeletal and hole-ridden and downright awful that draft may be.

In unrelated news, why do all the filmmakers who have done Hound of the Baskervilles insist on leaving out the bit, from canon, in which Holmes dances around in glee at finding out that Dead Dude is not who he first thought it was? I need to see more versions of this. So far, only the BBC radio play has included it. To Granada's credit, though, they sort of made up for it with this scene at Holmes's camp on the moors:

Holmes: *full of boyish hope, rubbing hands together* Try my stew, Watson!
Watson: *stares at it* ... this is disgusting, Holmes.
Holmes: *face falls* I know. It's better when it's hot.

Comments

[coastal-spirit.livejournal.com]

I'm sure that it's not wretched. Nothing you write could be wretched.

[elaby.livejournal.com]

Aww :) Thank you. It may not be exactly wretched, but it's pretty boring. And full of things that make no sense O_o