Ah yes, another post continuing my obsession with Darkest Dungeon. This time I wanted to salute the character of The Vestal.
She’s a nun, and she’s good at healing. She’s not the best fighter, but everything about her character lends itself so well to the story and tone of the game. She’s brave, but she must push on. Every horror she faces drives her further from the light. But still she gets drawn in.
Man. I love this game.
Yeah it’s another post about Darkest Dungeon.
I love this game so much, I thought I’d dive into one or two of the characters, starting with The Flagellant.
Look at how sick he is. Just look at him. That bloody hoot. The neck brace with the upturned spikes.
The Flagellant makes people bleed. That’s what he does. He also makes himself bleed. I’m not 100% sure as I refuse to do too much reading about it in favour of working things out for myself, but I think he gets STRONGER the more blood he loses.
Basically he’s a big bad lad, and I love this character, and I REALLY love the fact that in any other game he’d be a villain but in Darkest Dungeon he’s a good guy.
Man. That’s rad.
Now that I’m in my self-imposed four week period of NOT writing, I needed a new obsession to take up my time. Luckily, Darkest Dungeon found me.
I don’t think I’ve ever played a video game more perfectly geared towards my tastes.
Horror setting? Check.
Turn-based action? Sure man.
City management? Go ahead, you big nerd.
The art style, the music, the story, the repetition. AH THE BLISSFUL REPETITION! I love it all. The first day, I played it for four hours, made myself walk around the block, then came back and played it for two more hours. It’s such a luxury to throw myself into wasting time like this, and it’s making me so so happy.
It’s going to be pretty hard to tear myself away from it in a month when it’s time to start writing again. Oh well. That day may never come…
Ok so last week I finished the first draft of my new book.
It felt great! But now I’m forcing myself to take a month off writing before I dive back in. That’s actually proving quite hard. It’s the fastest I’ve ever churned out a draft, and as a result, I’m still very much not sick of those characters yet.
The shape and meaning of the story is still firming up in my head, and I can’t wait to get back to chipping away at that coalface. But I really, really, shouldn’t…. yet.
Instead I’m going to make myself have a month of ‘sponge time’, soaking up as many books and movies as I can to get fully inspired to hit the ground running this time next month.
Man, it’s tricky though!
Expect more blog posts in the meantime, as I ween myself off of writing for a while….
Time to sleep now.
(Which at time of writing is also the final sentence of the manuscript.)
Book should be done next Friday. I’m not posting till then, soz.
In the meantime, look at this seal.
I’m well and truly into the final stages of (the first draft of) my new novel.
I’m excited and scared in equal measures. It’s a very different book than the one I thought I was writing. I just hope that when I revisit it for the rewrite, it’s better than it feels right now.
I like the story. I’m just not sure I like my telling of it.
Hang in there, you crazy kitten.
Writing isn’t hard exactly. It’s just all encompassing.
Maybe I’ll have more to say next time.
Other than that I’m fast approaching 60,000 words and it feels physically draining.
Maybe next week?
Wow. I set out to write my new novel with a 90,000 word count in mind.
The first half has been something of a slog, if I’m totally honest.
That said, I’ve now hit the 50% mark with a newfound vigour to keep going and complete the project. This is mostly because, although I found Act I a bit of a slog, I still blinked my eyes and found myself halfway done in record time. These words are writing themselves. They’re just hurting me on the way out.
That’s maybe a gross metaphor, but it feels true.
Anyway, I just wanted to mark this point. 6 more weeks (ish) until I get a full first draft!