then the desire is not to write.
- Hugh Prather
Thursday, May 31, 2012
We can has plotz?
This could be a parable. If you're into that sort of thing.
Monday, May 28, 2012
Ah, plotting....
Long story short: it takes over 10 years to learn magick, ~5 more more to learn anything of real power and, being an alien language, is inherently damaging to the sanity to use. Add in the fact that there are, at best, 100 true magicians in the world and many uses of magic require more than one magician to work successfully (i.e. without the caster dying) and you have a system of power that worked a long time ago and has fallen into disuse.
There are also broad hints that the Gathering have an unofficial job of hiding weird shit from the world and that at least one government agency is involved in that as well. It pretty much exists to answer my major pet peeve with stories that go: "Oh, wait, all these monsters exist but people just don't know. You know? Because ... uh ... they hide really well. Only they somehow don't during this series of stories, but ignore that okay?"
Bird & Jester at least addresses this on some level and there are various plot-secretive reasons why magic faded away that are linked to the families that make up the Gathering. It's not perfect by any stretch, but it's at least not quite as absurd as just hand-waving monsters and such away with disbelief.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Ah, research ....
Research findings of the day include the fact that "do Sasquatches whistle" is apparently an important search on the subject of Sasquatches and "In traditional Balinese culture, it was common for a set of twins of the opposite sex to marry each other, since it was assumed that they had sex in utero."
This says much about research subjects. And also, I feel, much about the internet.
Friday, May 25, 2012
Small progress is small
(Effectively, I went to work on BOGF again to finish a scene and had trouble not writing in present tense, which is what TEB is in.)
Thursday, May 17, 2012
prepping a novel....
It's about twins born to different parents and the high cost of expectations. The actual backstory was written out as a fake report to class by the MC, but my computer ate it twice. Boiled down to basics it's about what happens when you and your best friend fall in love with the same guy and then he goes and tries to do something Really Bad and you feel you have to stop him.
Spoiler: the MCs name is Jess, and she does die in it. (This is a joke very few people will get.)
Monday, May 14, 2012
finally ended a scene....
Friday, May 11, 2012
Part of page 4 .....
Tuesday, May 08, 2012
Two short snippets
“Excuse me?”
I start walking again quickly. “There is a coffee shop down the road here than I like. We can drink and talk in it. You know more than I do about what is going on, about what I am or I’m becoming and I’m not up to pretending I know. There’s a point where treading water becomes drowning.”
The Third Cup was a small coffee shop cluttered with seats and tables, serving coffee, sometimes cookies, and nothing else. The menu boasted that the coffee came as one size fits all coffee and a free third refill. The owner was known to be quietly discreet, and so far in the closet that he made regular visits to Narnia. It wasn’t my place to pass judgement; I did so anyway.
Naomi puts down the cloth, fixing me with dark eyes. “That woman, she is all wrong. Her heart is full of ugly things.” She looks like she wants to spit on the floor, but her fear of inspectors runs too deep. “She is the kind of monster who makes all whores look bad.”
“It’s not like that. We’re not – .”
She cuts me off with a wave of her rag in my face. “Psh. I don’t care about that, boy. But knowing people like that, being friends with: it stains souls. It is not safe, not safe at all.”
“I know.” I smile as I stand. “But I’m not safe at all either.” A sound comes to me; warm water rushing over rocks. I’ve no clue how I know it’s warm but I step back regardless.
I don’t want to take anything, but that I could, that I could call part of her into me, must show on my face because Naomi steps back and lowers her rag. “Maybe you are, but not being safe does not make someone strong.”