Wednesday, November 10, 2010

I was saving my 50th for something amazing

Hello Reader!  It's been fifty, 50, FIFTY, %)!!! weeks that I've been posting on here about my novel!  You'd think I would have finished by now.  But no, as always, school has taken over my life.  Thank God (swt) at least this year, I'm getting good grades.

Onto bigger and better things however!  Hopefully you've all heard of NaNoWriMo.  If not, then click the link!  Here's the gist of the organization.  NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month - clever no?  Basically, participants are asked to type, write, sketch, doodle a 50,000 word novel in one month - the month of November - and whether the novel is good or not, post it onto their website.  No editing, no rethinking of ideas, none of the things that most authors rely on to make their novel great.  Just pure, raw, imaginative creativity.  It's exciting isn't it?  To be free from the hassle of analysis, self-doubt, judgment.

That's why I'm doing it.  I've been obsessing over the quality of the novel for so long, and I'm not sure if it's even boosting the quality of the damn thing.  In fact, I think it may be diluting the quality of it.  A nice break, one where I'm actually being productive on the side, would be nice.  Thus far, I haven't really written in it.  One chapter, a measly 10,000 words after deleting around 30,000, into the new version of the novel and Neuroscience has decided to make my life ten times harder than it already was.  First world problems are a bitch.

So what's the new story about?  I wanted to write something on an aircraft carrier, something detailing the life of a marine in deep space.  Yes, I'm sticking with science fiction.  I think I've already explained it beforehand, but it feels appropriate to reiterate my feelings about the genre.  I feel that science fiction allows me to create this alternate history through which I can influence my characters and give them context for their actions.  What's the point in making them do something, if the reason for it is so current, so present in their own realities?  Then it just seems fraudulent, like I'm letting you (the reader) see my hand at work.

Take for example a situation where Mary finds her new husband has been cheating on her.  She goes into a rage, and beats him to death with a frying pan.  Then she buries him under their garage and has to deal with his ghost haunting her for the rest of her life until finally she decides to kill herself.  Well, that sucks.

Now what if we knew that her husband had a history, a history of being a playboy and wantonly flirting with other women?  And that it took every fiber of Mary's being to get this man to settle down and be with her?  What if we also knew her own mother had a history of mental illness, one with symptoms similar to the hallucinations Mary seems to be having after her husband's death.  And then! it's revealed that the reason why she knew how and where to bury her husband's body, as well as how she knew to stay away from the cop's suspicion for so long, is because she comes from a family of gypsies living in the South  - that's a direct pull from The Riches, I know.

Doesn't that sound more exciting?  Hell, it's a longer paragraph, that's for sure!  So, science fiction gives me that leeway.  It allows me to write about characters who have depth beyond their own measly lives, giving them drama and connecting them to a larger play they are all a part of.  It's high falutin stuff, this explanation/reasoning of mine, hoity-toity to the max and border line arrogant, but at least it makes an interesting story.  Or what I hope is an interesting story.

SO, what exactly am I writing about.  I started off writing about a young marine in an engine room reading a bunch of maps.  Then alarms start to ring everywhere and a monster appears in front of him, crawling its way from a torture room it has just escaped from.  Then I began to write about something I knew would happen eventually.  I just didn't want it to happen now.

I began to tie the story in to the Magna Beast's story.  In the world I've created for the Magna Beast, there are six known sentient races.  The Mags and Howlas, the Quasarians, the Nymphs, Humans, Hyths, and...well shoot that's about it.  So I choose the Hyths to be a part of this story.  In my novel, the materials for the new technology allowing people to create laser guns is found on the Hyth planet.  So I decided that the Hyth our young marine meets is going to be the same Hyth who was found with his crew shipping those materials.

And thus, the mad chain of ragtag events zig-zag their way towards a final conclusion in the deus ex machina of my first novel.  It's sort of like The Hobbit.  Bilbo finds the ring, by accident, and, also by accident, ends up giving the ring to Frodo who embarks on this enormous journey to destroy all evil.  It's insane how one event, one instance in a person's life can drastically metastasize and affect forces larger than his/her understanding.  I love to play with that, events building upon each other to create a varied tapestry.

Anyways, I think I'm going to blog about my progress on this new novel.  It's an exciting journey to begin on.  And hey!  I think I did write something pretty watershed-like for my 50th post!  Here's to a new novel being finished quicker than the old one!  Huzzah!  Until next time then.

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous1:26 PM

    You may just be the person who gets me to enjoy reading Sci-Fi again. Keep it up. Your passion's going to take you far in life bachem.

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