The Blog Update: Often I’ve been away from computers, and WordPress doesn’t like my phone (the post writing tool doesn’t open), so I haven’t been able to post as much here. Just on my Jethan’s Lair blog.
Spectra Update: I HAVE A BEGINNING FOR SPECTRA FORMING!
Beginnings are the hardest part of stories for me. But I think I’ve gotten the dynamic I need here. I’ve written a bit of it, but it is difficult. Mainly because it starts off with a TV debate about mage eugenics.
That could be a central theme of the Dystopia coming to Kaldoa, maaaaybe…
So easy to write.
“Yeah, I’m a Christian writer and I want to write stories that glorify God. I think I’ll write about a secular, immoral, sci-fi society that doesn’t even have the concept of religion! Or ANY ethical standard except ‘DON’T LET THE OTHER MAGIC IN AND DON’T GET EATEN BY ALIENS!’ That’ll be great! Wait…how did that happen?”
Sheyla: Because we’re not in Willowbrook, that’s why.
Me: You’re right, we’re not in Willowbrook! That explains why this thing can even get written!
(Even the nice parts of Spectran society are entirely secular. They just assume magic sparkles caused everything, I guess. Good enough for their storyworld.)
I bought it for $60 or $70? It’s a graphic novel, signed, and was shipped from Finland. Very expensive. It was the first print run of her webcomic, a post-apocalyptic tale set in Nordic lands. With monsters and fantasy.
— Hoodie. . .(favorite classic book) —
Ivanhoe by Sir Walter Scott
Knights, conflicts between Anglo-Saxons and Normans, romance, castle sieges…and I just realized it does have a love triangle, sorta, but it’s nothing like what permeates YA books today. XD
— Cardigan. . .(book that you bought on impulse) —
Ummm…I don’t buy many books… Maybe my most impulsive purchase was these Polish-English dictionaries from the thrift store. I’m not sure whether to keep them or not. I haven’t learned any Polish at all or looked at them. I just like the idea of learning it. Rather unrealistic. (Back to the thrift store then…)
— Turtleneck sweater. . .(book from your childhood) —
The Brambly Hedge books by Jill Barklem
Illustrated storybooks with Victorian mice living in expansive, intricate homes inside of trees.
Or, if you want a proper novel it would be Dealing with Dragons by Patricia Wrede
That one actually set off a bit of my first story’s tone…
— Homemade knitted sweater. . .(book that is Indie-published) —
That would be Stand Still Stay Silent again. I don’t think I have any other Indie published books.
— V-neck sweater. . .(book that did not meet your expectations) —
The Throne of Glass sequels by Sarah J. Maas
You had all this epic worldbuilding and plot going on, and then you killed it with dumb romances and inconsistent characterization. Drat.
I keep ranting about it in my mind sometimes.
— Argyle sweater. . .(book with a unique format) —
I have some world atlases…?
— Polka dot sweater. . .(a book with well-rounded characters) —
I DON’T KNOW HOW TO PICK THAT!
What if I haven’t read a book with well-rounded characters lately?
Maybe…something by P.G. Wodehouse. Those are very well-rounded characters. >:P
(No, they’re crazy and hilarious caricatures of people in early 20th Century England! And sometimes America.)
And I just managed to meet that goal between the time spent editing and arranging my draft of Spectra, and then promptly ranting about Spectra because it is too long and convoluted a story to succeed and I know not what to do with it.
This doesn’t feel very victorious. 😛
But perhaps this is where the true editing comes in? To want to rip the story apart at the seams and start all over again and try to figure out which elements of it belong and which do not?
It’s a mess. That is all I can say this May 1st.
So, I’m just going to share a snippet I ended up writing after a discussion with my cabin mates that turned out hilariously wrong:
Des: My home city I’ve always lived in has been obliterated…My whole family is dead. My buddies in the army are dead. You’re my only friend now, Quentin, I can’t believe we survived those xytari.
Quentin: Yeah, about that…*Stabs Des in the guts* I brought them here… >:[ And now I shall EAT YOU! AND WE SHALL TAKE THE SURVIVORS YOU SAVED MWAHAHAHAHA!
Not what happens.
Quentin: You’re* friends are evil.
Des: I guess it gave you some personality at least?
I was aghast my friends would suggest Quentin become a cannibal and betray Desmond, but they found it hilarious. Well, it is funny. I can just imagine him suddenly having fangs and glowing red eyes and a large, bloody knife in his hands.
I think that’s about how I look right now, holding a knife over my manuscript of Spectra because it is a horrific mess of too much stuff happening, but I want all the stuff, but I want the original, tighter premise of just the sci-fi dystopia without all the other Chaos coming in, so there is too much conflict and turmoil and incoherent sentences.
May need to give it some time to see what I really want to do with it. ):P
Thus, my Camp NaNo has ended rather anticlimactically.
Also, there is no Finale for the story in sight. Not a single one. Unless everyone does just die with all the potential chaos I have thought of.