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I've decided that I'm not going to worry about my word count anymore. I've been writing just about a scene per night, and that's what's really important. If I can get the story told in a month, good on me. The thing is, I don't know if it'll even reach 50,000 words. I'm not used to writing such detailed plots.
I did find the monster story I was working on. It's based off this dream I had a while back. I'm going to try to tie together the ideas of the hole in space and the centipede monsters, somehow. This is going to change the whole point of the story, of course. In the dream, the hole in space really didn't have anything to do with the appearance of the centipede. Maybe the centipede slithered into the hole in space, I don't know...but![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
drworm doesn't seem to have been eaten by it, so maybe it didn't need the hole in space to get into the walls of the house.
In the story, George is probably not going to be the one to introduce the centipede. This is because I've analyzed the dream according to Freudian standards. George clearly represents my own father. The centipede represents his somewhat odious new wife, Darlene. In the movie, George definitely does not have a different wife...well, she's different from the old Lorraine, but George is different in the same way. I can't imagine how you would justify the new-wife centipede unless George became a centipede as well...unless I made it into a slash story, but Marty would be unlikely to see himself as a centipede.
And I'm still trying to figure out whatdrworm's presence in the dream signifies. The only thing I can think of is that she is supposed to represent my mom, but that's...kinda weird, and I was never afraid of my mom disappearing. I live with her most of the time, anyway, and I even had the dream while I was at her house. Maybe it was just supposed to be a dream about her falling into a hole in space, and George-dad just kind of wandered in and Freuded it all up.
Anyway, the working title is "Slow Wave," after the webcomic. I'm trying to write it in a surreal, dreamlike style, as it was originally created by the random firing of my unconscious neurons. Here is what I have got so far; if anyone has any suggestions as to trying to fit a plot or justification to it, please speak up.
Flashlight under the chin, it’s an old trick but it throws eldritch shadows on Daddy’s face. “That which is sleeping can eternal lie, and in strange eons even death may die.” Strange eons, Marty thinks, I could tell you about strange eons. I could tell you, but you’d never believe it.
Daddy can’t scare him, no matter what he says. “The night when the veils between worlds lift. Spirits move back and forth. Monsters walk the earth.” Another story, another silly story. Laugh. The flashlight clicks off. Go back to aliens Daddy, that’s what you know. Too much horror business. We know what’s really out there, don’t we? No aliens, no monsters, just a little boy in a rubber suit.
The veils between worlds lift. There are holes in spacetime. Marty’s seen them, little bright-dark flashes in the trail of the DeLorean. There’s a big one in the middle of the street that nobody else can see; cars pass through it, but leaves blow into it and never come out. He always steers around it, just to make sure. Who knows where the leaves go? They could be floating in space, incinerated by a star, crushed by the pressure of the solar winds. Eaten by one of the monsters Daddy says slither and gibber and scream between worlds.
The flashlight clicks off. The room is dark. There’s another hole here; Marty could see the light falling into it, falling into space. The fabric of the universe is tearing like cheap toilet paper tonight.
I might just scrap it and turn it into an original story if I can't make it work with the "Back to the Future" universe. After all, there's only so much room for originality in fanfiction before you just start getting totally out of canon.
I've decided that I'm not going to worry about my word count anymore. I've been writing just about a scene per night, and that's what's really important. If I can get the story told in a month, good on me. The thing is, I don't know if it'll even reach 50,000 words. I'm not used to writing such detailed plots.
I did find the monster story I was working on. It's based off this dream I had a while back. I'm going to try to tie together the ideas of the hole in space and the centipede monsters, somehow. This is going to change the whole point of the story, of course. In the dream, the hole in space really didn't have anything to do with the appearance of the centipede. Maybe the centipede slithered into the hole in space, I don't know...but
drworm doesn't seem to have been eaten by it, so maybe it didn't need the hole in space to get into the walls of the house. In the story, George is probably not going to be the one to introduce the centipede. This is because I've analyzed the dream according to Freudian standards. George clearly represents my own father. The centipede represents his somewhat odious new wife, Darlene. In the movie, George definitely does not have a different wife...well, she's different from the old Lorraine, but George is different in the same way. I can't imagine how you would justify the new-wife centipede unless George became a centipede as well...unless I made it into a slash story, but Marty would be unlikely to see himself as a centipede.
And I'm still trying to figure out what
drworm's presence in the dream signifies. The only thing I can think of is that she is supposed to represent my mom, but that's...kinda weird, and I was never afraid of my mom disappearing. I live with her most of the time, anyway, and I even had the dream while I was at her house. Maybe it was just supposed to be a dream about her falling into a hole in space, and George-dad just kind of wandered in and Freuded it all up. Anyway, the working title is "Slow Wave," after the webcomic. I'm trying to write it in a surreal, dreamlike style, as it was originally created by the random firing of my unconscious neurons. Here is what I have got so far; if anyone has any suggestions as to trying to fit a plot or justification to it, please speak up.
Flashlight under the chin, it’s an old trick but it throws eldritch shadows on Daddy’s face. “That which is sleeping can eternal lie, and in strange eons even death may die.” Strange eons, Marty thinks, I could tell you about strange eons. I could tell you, but you’d never believe it.
Daddy can’t scare him, no matter what he says. “The night when the veils between worlds lift. Spirits move back and forth. Monsters walk the earth.” Another story, another silly story. Laugh. The flashlight clicks off. Go back to aliens Daddy, that’s what you know. Too much horror business. We know what’s really out there, don’t we? No aliens, no monsters, just a little boy in a rubber suit.
The veils between worlds lift. There are holes in spacetime. Marty’s seen them, little bright-dark flashes in the trail of the DeLorean. There’s a big one in the middle of the street that nobody else can see; cars pass through it, but leaves blow into it and never come out. He always steers around it, just to make sure. Who knows where the leaves go? They could be floating in space, incinerated by a star, crushed by the pressure of the solar winds. Eaten by one of the monsters Daddy says slither and gibber and scream between worlds.
The flashlight clicks off. The room is dark. There’s another hole here; Marty could see the light falling into it, falling into space. The fabric of the universe is tearing like cheap toilet paper tonight.
I might just scrap it and turn it into an original story if I can't make it work with the "Back to the Future" universe. After all, there's only so much room for originality in fanfiction before you just start getting totally out of canon.
