April 1st, 2013 Posted 10:17 pm
Oh dear yes. Is he related to Weird Al?
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April 1st, 2013 Posted 10:17 pm
Oh dear yes. Is he related to Weird Al?
March 4th, 2013 Posted 8:01 pm
Well, Ke$ha must be drinking and Adele is too repetitive
Might listen to Nirvana, but they sound like they’re on sedative
And Bieber, who’s so popular, still needs to go through puberty
While Taylor Swift might benefit from a grip on reality
That Nickelback should pack his bags and just go home to Canada
Apologies for brain cell loss are due now from Rihanna
Willow Smith must have been whipping back and forth from infancy
And Brittany Spears’s track record involves too much psychiatry
Sure, maybe they can sing and all, but if the lyrics make me sick
I’m more prone just to leave them be and go and find another pick
Or if their singing’s more like screaming, I’m not gonna hold my breath
‘Cause there are other songwriters who also will not make me deaf.
Alicia Keys has issues with spontaneous combustion and
Ol’ Bruno Mars should run away and change his name to Ferdinand
Jason Mraz’s music would have made Freud have a field day
Somebody should take One Direction’s hair gel bottles all away
Katy Perry isn’t quite as guilty as the rest of these
But adolescent boys who sing her songs are not a teenage dream
Lady Gaga’s really eye-catching and she’s just so original
She’s like this guy I know who thinks that he’s a Roman admiral
It’s all so strange how these guys always end up on the radio
When all their songs are probably our sanity’s last great deathblow
In the end, I guess I’m really not a big pop music fan
But taking these guys seriously? I’m just not quite sure I can.
January 30th, 2013 Posted 9:24 pm
Just start reading. It gets really good. Especially if you like the Bone series.
January 25th, 2013 Posted 7:10 pm
He built that.
January 25th, 2013 Posted 9:19 am
So, I don’t know how much I’ve ranted about it, but dances at my school are mostly the same unless you have a date. If you do have a date, or you’re going with friends you don’t feel totally awkward around (those are acquaintances, frenemies, and “it’s complicated”s, for the record), then more power to you. But I am, as usual, kind of short on both fronts. I’ve gone to two dances at this school, but believe me, it’s been a large enough sample due to the exact accuracy with which they were replicated. The only thing that changed was the color of the stuff on the tables. I couldn’t tell the music apart except for that “don’t stop believing” song. Though, since it’s me and I don’t usually recognize anything that isn’t wildly obscure, it doesn’t make much of a difference… yet it still would have been nice to be able to know when one song ended and another began. I think they were distinct because people kept doing different stuff…
Oh, and speaking of dates: I don’t remember whether I blogged about my hilariously disastrous sophomore Homecoming date. That was… terrible. Mostly it was me dancing, my date not… really… dancing…, then my date standing around blathering on dumbly about how lucky he felt, and then my date doing the Worm (repeatedly) and then me, sitting outside the gym trying to stuff candy in his face to avoid the awkward silence (which was being made a lot more awkward since he had an unrequited friend-crush on me that I only found out about after agreeing to go with him). Whoops.
Anyway. I suppose I should say these dances are only worth it if you have a good date or friends you don’t feel awkward around. Even so, I think he and I came out about even on that one. I bought him a lot of candy, but he must endure many no-names-mentioned retellings of this story to various people not in any way connected to him. …I guess I’m not mean enough. Oh, well.
The dance that’s going on soon is Spree. I went to Spree last year; the theme was Black Tie. My dress was stylish, but it was formal. Let’s just say that this year’s theme is Masquerade, and if the group of theme-followers is about the same turnout as last year’s, there will be about three people wearing masks. So, yep. Otherwise, identical “music,” identical ridiculous “sexy” dancing, identical girl wearing that dress that looks like a fairy princess costume I had when I was about seven. Seriously–it was mostly a pastel tulle tutu and looked really, really dumb.
There have been some cute proposals so far. One gal asked a guy by way of knock-knock joke with all her friends, which got many cheers from the lunch room. It was really sweet.
But I will not be going. I always come home from these things with a migraine. In any case, a better date for Spree might go something like this:
Friend at dance: Where’s Rebekah? I thought she said she had a date for Spree. Isn’t she coming?
Other friend: I don’t know. Call her.
Friend 1: Yeah, okay.
Me: Hey. What’s up?
Friend: I thought you said you had a date. Where are you?
Me: On my date. You’re at the dance?
Friend: No duh. It’s been going for an hour now!
Friend: What was that?
Friend: Are you on the computer?
Me: I’m on my date.
Friend: That sounds like a video game.
Date: Feel the power of the Holy Hand Grenade!
Me: No, use the exploding sheep, he’s in a perfect position!
Date: No, this will drown the other one over there. The Grenade makes a bigger blast area.
Me: True. Um, yeah, you were saying?
Friend: Are you playing Worms Reloaded with a dude instead of coming to the dance?
Me: … Do I have to answer that?
Me: All of it?
Friend: For the love of kittens, yes!
Me: Well, no. First we played Mario Kart, argued about which drivers were faster, and then played the old Starfox on my brother’s SuperNintendo, and then tried to beat each other’s times on the Hell levels in Cave Story, took turns on the intensity that is Portal, and now we’re playing Worms Reloaded on multiplayer mode.
Friend: Every one of those games seems either ridiculously violent, has a lot of explosions, or ends in an argument.
Me: And how is this different from what you’re doing?
Friend: I’m hanging up now.
Me: Good luck. I mean, have fun. *evil cackle as she destroys more screaming worms*
Or possibly “Better Date” might mean renting the entire original Star Wars trilogy, sitting around, and consuming copious amounts of popcorn. Or watching through half the Strong Bad collection, making a dent in rereading the xkcd comics, and then proceeding to consume Hark! A Vagrant and Jefbot and Nedroid like candy. Or poring over each other’s writing and artwork and sitting around drawing stuff and listening to really good music nobody recognizes. Or reading Ender’s Game aloud. Or cosplaying with a few friends and their dates.
I think that sounds like a lot more fun than standing in a sweaty mass of horny teenagers, listening to migraine-inducing music and hoping your date starts dancing like a normal person. Maybe I’m just a sad geek.
But if I am, I’m probably still a lot saner than the people who choose the writhing mass of sweaty bodies, buying expensive heels just to kick them off two minutes after getting into the building, and sulking over the fact that someone else bought and wore the same dress as you or someone else smiled at your guy. (Seriously.)
So the next time one of my friends asks me why I’m not going to Spree, they’re going to be redirected to this post. And, later, next year’s Homecoming and Spree dances as well. I have to save my energy for the socially obligatory junior and senior prom… hopefully, they will not be identical to Spree and Homecoming as I’ve known them, and/or maybe I can snag a date with a cute fellow geek.
January 23rd, 2013 Posted 12:17 pm
I’m writing this from inside the school library. The keyboard really sucks–it’s greasy and clacky–but at least I get to avoid lunch, which is annoyingly noisy.
I’ve been working on Mirrorworld Remastered lately, even though I haven’t posted any of it. I’ve gotten to about 36,000 words so far–hopefully, it won’t get to be too long. It’s getting kind of convoluted, though, now. I’m not sure it’s the kids’ book I intended it to be when I first wrote it, and I’m wondering if Daniel, Mark and Sophie should be maybe 14 instead of 12, and bump Molly’s age to 17 and Erif’s to 16, and Natalina’s to at least 12. They act too mature, know too much stuff even for erudite tweens (hehe… erudite tweens… I like that phrase) and are kind of unfazed when someone tries to kill them. Um.
I’m going to have to put up something for you guys to read, since I’m being Selfish and keeping Mirrorworld Remastered to myself in case I want to publish it, since I’m liking how it’s going. I need to get around to posting the Sages stuff. It’s kind of bad, but sometimes I like to read stuff that’s kind of bad. Sometimes I go for the overdose and go on Quizilla, just to see how bad things can get. I swear, it’s like half the people on there are twelve and immature. And the list of stories now is dominated mainly by poorly-disguised Jack Frost ripoffs. Part of the reason that dude was a good character is that he had the potential to be a REALLY BAD character, and didn’t… at least in the movie. That restraint is not present in the Realm of Quizilla.
Anyway, insane Sparklepoo-esque* stories aside, my current fascination is drawing. I’ve got a whole bunch of MR character drawings done–both portraits and a whole giant “together” one. Also, I’m getting requests to draw other people’s characters. It’s kinda fun. I sort of wish there was a better way to color them, though–I don’t have a flesh-tone pencil, for one, and a lot of these characters are white, so I have to do little tricks with pink and brown and erasers. Whoopee. Not to mention trying to find a way to get blonde hair color. I have no idea how I’m going to do that. I’ll try, though.
I think I need to go now.
*If you’re not familiar with Sparklepoo, look up Pirate Monkeys Inc.’s Sparklepoo comic. It’s about all the terrible original characters that get fanfic’d into Hogwarts and it’s absolutely hilarious. Um… avoid that site if you’re not okay with PG-13. Beware any warnings otherwise, too.
January 4th, 2013 Posted 2:19 am
It’s only technically the 4th right now, as it’s past midnight. You could say I go to bed very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very early. This post, for various reasons, is probably going to sound more British than usual. You’ll see in a sec.
So, it’s official: I’m hooked on Sherlock, the BBC adaptation with the really cute Sherlock and his goofy turned-up collar (and collection of human eyeballs in the microwave). Not to be forgotten is John Watson, the incredibly patient and caring army doctor who runs around with him and, it has to be said, puts up with a lot. He has his reasons, though: Sherlock, while not the best to go to for warm fuzzies, is intriguing and gives Watson (who has PTSD and a psychosomatic limp) the danger fix he needs to keep steady.
You’d think that PTSD would mean Watson would want to keep away from that. Most people think that. But that’s only sometimes the solution in PTSD cases; clearly, the therapist he’s seeing is a bit inexperienced. Soldiers with PTSD often feel that they should still be fighting alongside their comrades, even after being injured and/or sent home. To prepare for military life, you go through boot camp. There’s no boot camp to prepare for going back to civilian life.
I celebrated New Year’s a day late… or at least as close as I get to celebrating it without social pressure to do so. My best friend Christina* came over to stay, and she is responsible for my newfound hook. She had me watch the first episode of said series, and then we stayed up past 5 AM cosplaying it.*** She tells me not to watch the last episode if I don’t want to be upset until 2014, which is when the next batch of episodes will come out. I’m not sure if I’ll take her advice. I’ve already seen how it ends, and I know Christina and her Tumblr kin get way more excited about TV than I do. Actually, they get more excited than I do, period. I suppose that comes with dedication.
I wonder how many people see something of themselves in this kind of character. The other characters see him as… well, at best an arrogant, lazy git and at worst a psychopath. He works everything out by first observing everything and then working conclusions out through logic that is verbal (the sense, put into words, I don’t mean the spoken-aloud verbal) but still split-second. He blows right past authority and security if he can get away with it. He’s totally sure of himself. He has no real social skills, but a serious amount of style–he’s aware of his own image. He ignores cases presented to him unless they’re interesting. Probably you can think of people who fit all of those descriptions in some way… observant people, quick thinkers, logical people, rebels, confident people, and folks who think they’re the only person in existence. And I just realized that I identify with the last one about only taking on interesting cases.
For instance, there’s a reason I’ve always written novels way more than short stories, poetry, or anything else. It’s the complexity. It’s making up why this, why that, and how. For a good story, you have to be constantly reasoning and worldbuilding. Since you can’t change the plot to fit the plot (thus producing a deus ex machina, Google Limyaael’s Fantasy rants for an explanation), it’s better to change the worldbuilding and then justify it. Does something similar happen in Earth history? Can you use that as a comparison? Better yet, can you borrow something that happened to someone in history? (The whole Nazis-as-villains thing is overdone. Don’t use that.) And you have to justify it. That requires a serious stretch of creativity. That’s the part I’m good at. I’m not good at its execution so much, but I’m working on that. Most people, I think, are kind of the other way around. Or maybe it’s an S/N thing. Hey, that brings me to another point.
Not sure if I’ve told the random people who randomly stumble across this blog yet, but one of my favorite hobbies is prowling around the “What’s My Type?” section of a psychology forum called Personality Cafe. PerC for short. I like to analyze people. My mother notices everyone’s body language and has this really bad habit of listening in on conversations in restaurants. (Sometimes she hears things you wouldn’t want to hear.) I analyze people. Automatically, almost subconsciously. I have trained myself, somehow, or maybe it’s built in and I’m just using the most convenient system I’ve learned. If I’ve met you, I probably know your type. It doesn’t take long for most people. Introverts are hardest because they put up a front. In fact, most of the cases I take on as pet cases on PerC (helping people find their MBTI type) are Introverts or ENTPs. Why? Because they pose a challenge. No challenge, no fun.
Fortunately, unlike Sherlock, I don’t shoot at the wall when there aren’t any mistyped Introverts around.
We have a new cat. His name is Aardman and he’s a black Domestic Shorthair with extra toes. He just got his front claws and also another part removed, and he seems to be none the worse for wear. Probably at this very moment he is sleeping on my younger brother’s head or something.
I recently saw the movie Rise of the Guardians in the theaters. It’s good. I recommend it. The plotline isn’t too cheesy and the characters are unique despite being regularly used personifications. For instance, Santa is Russian and a pretty cool guy (the elves are dunderheads, though; he employs these giant, hairy beasts to make the toys); the Easter Bunny is Australian and terrified of riding in the sleigh; the Tooth Fairy is kind of a sweet businesslady and not too sparkly; Sandman is mute but nevertheless fun; and Jack Frost is just original and a totally neat character. The movie includes a lot of stuff that is usually done really, really badly but isn’t in this case: characters that are usually hackneyed, a sort of Dark Lord, Santa and the like requiring believers to keep existing, a comparatively high amount of power given to the main character, and frustration and troubles and mistakes on the main character’s part that usually turns into angst but doesn’t here. I was impressed. It was a far cry from what you typically see on, say, ABC Family as kids’ Christmas specials.
Next term I will have Forensic Science and probably Claywork after that. I’m dropping the other two classes I had scheduled. AP French is something I can’t cope with under the circumstances, and Algebra II I can learn at home much more efficiently than at school. I see no logic in trying to push myself through a lot of busywork. Still not looking forward to finals. My Physics teacher told me I could make up my missing Physics quizzes after finals, and then those days were snow days. Don’t know how they’re being scheduled. This is irritating.
After writing this, I’m kind of feeling tense, probably because I haven’t gotten very much sleep. I think I’m going to run around PerC for a while, and then read, and then crash.
Recommended books for right now:
Stork: a novel about a girl who moves to Minnesota and realizes she has an unusual set of powers. It borrows from Icelandic mythology and is really cool.
The Definitive Book Of Body Language: If you want to cultivate Holmes skills. Was not aware that this activity was popular. Most people find it creepy when I tell them I know about body language, and they start trying to stand very, very still. It’s kinda funny.
Head First HTML with CSS and XHTML: Because while snooping around the Internet, I found a page with a link that didn’t work right and looked at the source code to pick out the problem and email the administrator. The thing was a mess, stuff wasn’t nested properly, declarations were missing, format was outdated. I was kind of surprised because a web page on the same site and on the same subject I was reading about was formatted just fine and the declarations said it was running HTML 4.1, which is fairly recent and should run perfectly fine. It was really weird.
Ender’s Game: Because people should always read this book. They just should.
That’s all for now, I think.
*Yes, I know I probably haven’t mentioned Christina before. I don’t have a lot of friends, okay? I move around too much to hold them down long, this school to that school to the next. But Christina is a genius, and far more social than I am, and motivated enough to listen to my cryptic, nerdy babble about whatever subject I bring up, even if it’s something that makes most people look at me in funny ways. And despite how freaking smart she is, she’s confident but not full of herself, which basically makes me look like a mess. Other people think I’m smart, I think I’m smart, but I also think that I think that I’m smarter than I actually am, which means I don’t know what I think and that means chaos, internal cognitive dissonance** and quite a bit of insecurity that most people never, never see from me. …Why the heck do I write this stuff down here? I never tell people about this. I just don’t, never.
**Don’t try to Google that. I modified an existing theory and made up a name for it.
***Really don’t go there. You really don’t wanna know.
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December 15th, 2012 Posted 10:18 pm
Well, I’m out sick and finally updating.
I’m through several thousand words of progress and a box and a half of tissues.Mirrorworld Remastered’s total is over 25,000 words now and my characters are finally ready to search their first city for whatever’s about to make their dimension go kablooey.
I’m writing this post as I’ve paused while trying to invent a set of pronouns for Welgerne, my conlang for this novel. I’m not good at making up words and making them sound okay, although having language guidelines is a big help–Welgerne is heaviest on the z, s, r, l, n, a, v, and e sounds; there are no b’s; h’s are always silent; also, it uses some sounds that are difficult for English speakers, like zs (sounds like the German z, or the English “ts” in “cats”). Welgerne resembles German, which makes the language easier to pronounce for English speakers, as German and English are cousins linguistically. But my favorite thing I came up with is its rhythm. All words are either two or three syllables, and the stress is on the second. It makes the language sound like an anapestic poem, almost. (Look at Joanna Newsom’s song Inflammatory Writ, or Peach Plum Pear, or a couple others to see what I mean.)
Anyway, ridiculously geeky conlangs aside, I’ve been excited to write a couple new characters I’ve come up with. No, it’s not that my party is becoming that extensive “dozen” crowd or whatever it was. I’m working with six people in the party at its most crowded point (not counting the gryphon), and they’re all different and have a reason to be there. I hope.
Daniel–the original lead boy, although way less soppy than the original version. He starts out fighting tooth and nail against learning magic, because he refuses to work with that kind of power unless it can be explained. He’s clever, scientific, quiet, and hard to get to know.
Sophie–the original lead girl, although way less stupidly sarcastic. Gavin, her gryphon, shows up earlier and integrates more smoothly. Turns out she has an unexpected talent in dealing with creatures and animals. She’s bookish, cool-headed, and is very good at chess.
Mark–didn’t show up in the original, but Phoenix insisted that he went on a trip of some sort with Daniel. He’s pretty dedicated to learning martial arts, and is also good at drawing, though he can’t use magic like Daniel or Sophie. His hair stands out in some towns, because it’s spiked and dyed ice-blue at the tips. Not exactly low-profile.
Molly–showed up in the original eventually. She’s the daughter of Linus and Taryn Fletcher (Daniel and Sophie’s mage-books) from before they sealed themselves off to be book teachers. She’s fifteen, but kind of an Agency veteran, having been sent on quite a few missions before during tight spots when the Agency hasn’t had a whole lot of people to work. She’s also a stubborn, sarcastic little butt, but she’s pretty cool anyway.
Erif–a new character. He just jumped into the story before my eyes, telling me he’d be way more fun to write than the sulky, “dark” guy who desperately wanted to be Molly’s boyfriend (unrequited). Erif’s an elf. He likes to build things and mess with the natives (spouting off “elf greetings” just to see the confused look on their face). He has sharp senses, is not very strong even compared to Daniel and Sophie, and is very fast. He can use magic with or without his wand. He’s also quiet, feels kind of singled out as the only elf a lot of the time, and has a tendency to get defensive.
Natalina–also a new character. She’s the reason Earth’s dimension is about to go kablooey with her uncontrolled but powerful magic. She’s eleven years old–younger than the rest of the group. She’s quirky, scholarly, and immune to embarrassment while doing a lot of things that would definitely embarrass a lot of other people.
I had originally planned to maybe keep Hannah (although I had her name down in a character profile changed to Henne, because she’s from the Mirrorworld). Even further back, I think I had planned to keep Angel as well, but retool her… but there was no reason to do so. From the start of this book, I’ve known that Daniel was going to be the healer anyway, as soon as he could learn… or maybe Erif will end up doing that? Hmm. I was set on Daniel healing until just now, but I’m not sure. It’s not good to be rigid with old plans, so I don’t know. Maybe both of them. Maybe neither.
Anyway, I have this cool little rebellion against formulas going on. So many fantasy books start when the Wise Old Mentor sees the peasant girl’s emerald ring engraved with its mysterious symbol (and why wasn’t said ring sold a long time ago? Peasants need money!) and whisks her away, telling her she has magic and needs to learn to control it because it’s dangerous and could go kablooey (even though it never does), and then she can defeat Dark Lord #334.
I have no Dark Lord. I do have an ordinary girl being whisked away by older mentors.
Except that said girl is not the protagonist, and her older mentors are only a year older and just got into this mess themselves, and her magic has already gone kablooey and almost caused the death of an entire dimension. She has no Destiny. There are no crappy pieces of poetry hanging over her head, saying that she will Save the Universe because she is Speshul. She’s an enjoyable character, but she isn’t a princess, she has to train, and while she might be saving the world, she’s saving it from a problem that she herself has caused.
And then there’s a whole other rebellion against the beautiful-protagonist thing. There seems to be sort of a custom in fantasy to make protags totally gorgeous. 97% or something of the population of people with green eyes seems to be living in fantasy novels, for one. And then there’s the whole lack of acne, hair that permanently looks good even when they’ve been running around in the dirt and getting sweaty, lack of unwanted body hair…
It annoys me that recessive traits show up ridiculously often in fantasy. Unless you’re working from a different definition of what’s “common”–I could be convinced that your protag has a decent chance for those green eyes if a lot of people in her village also have them, as they are actually a dominant trait, just one that’s died out.
Most of my characters have more common traits, especially if they’re from Earth. The exceptions are Molly and Erif, who are both blonde and blue-eyed. Well, half Molly’s genes came from the Mirrorworld, and Erif is an elf. Daniel, Sophie, Mark and Natalina all have pretty normal looks, though. And all of them (except tall, skinny Erif) are about average as far as build, height and weight.
Good-bye, ridiculous cliches.
I have changed this book so much that I don’t really think I’m writing the same book. I’m writing a similar book that shares three of the original characters and, like the original, happens in an alternate dimension. Even the Mirrorworld itself isn’t the same. The original Mirrorworld was so stupid it wasn’t even funny. Like, w00t, we have a car! And now we’re gonna pick up characters like we’re a school bus! Woohoooooooo! Random forests! Woohooooo! Clouds and cliffs and magical cats and junk! Wooooooooo for random powers and melodrama! Yeah!
Instead, it’s a whole world with subtle “world” differences, culture differences, resource differences (a shortage of metal), language differences… the list goes on. How does a person with straight hair try to blend in when nearly everyone else has curly hair? How does a pale person blend in when nearly everyone else is tan or darker? How do you get over the language barrier? How do you make money? How do you stay safe from wild creatures if you’re camping outside of a town? How do you blend in when your clothes look so much different from theirs?
Anyway. Some of the reasons I think my world is cool.
In other news, I’ve dropped AP French. I still have to do quite a bit of work to get my “dropped” grade up to something I can live with, but I’ve kind of given up on that since I’m working much harder to try and get my Physics grade up to something I can live with. *grumble* I have not had a whole lot of trouble with grades before now.
But at the start of the year, the stress of all my classes was enough to throw me into depression, which got fixed by dropping half of them. Then, some weeks later when the block-schedule classes changed, my new classes threw me into worse depression. Yippee. AP French and Physics was not a good combination, not when your AP French teacher seems determined to teach the class everything in the book and doesn’t seem to get that, when the class doesn’t understand something, it’s generally better to teach it to them rather than just telling them there’s a quiz and then a test over it so that they not only have to study what they don’t understand on their own, but are stressing out about pounding it into their head for the quiz and test. Great morale booster, Teach.
My Physics teacher, on the other hand, has issues. Let’s just say he could use some Xanax and leave it at that.
Oh, and my computer had some issues for a while. Turns out AVG isn’t a very good antivirus program, because I had 14 pieces of malware on my computer that it didn’t pick up. Luckily, Malwarebytes did pick it up, and after running MWB (and also removing the battery, blowing the dust out of its cavity like it was a SuperNintendo game or something, and putting it back in), my computer is functioning normally again. w00t!
If you’re looking for something to do (probably the case if you’re reading this), go check out Limyaael’s Fantasy Rants. You can find the master list at the link I’m about to include, just click the little pencil icon next to the rants and it’ll take you to that post.
PS: My computer just shut down without warning again. Crap. So much for it working normally. Guess I shouldn’t have tempted fate.
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October 17th, 2012 Posted 10:02 pm
You might not be seeing a whole lot of updates from me for the next…
…I don’t know.
I have AP French and Physics and a programming class all at once. On a block schedule, which means four really long classes each day. I won’t have a lot of time for much else.
That being said, I have some free time right now, and I’m going to try a new page: geek girl fashion. Which, from me, sounds ironic since I don’t put a whole lot of special effort into my clothes… yet is appropriate, since I don’t put a whole lot of special effort into my clothes. And nobody else needs to, really. I’m probably going to get bored with it and go back to writing, though.
Anyway. I have some Mirrorworld material, and some more Scrap Box stuff. I must post it.
October 7th, 2012 Posted 10:40 pm
There comes a point where I always get stuck.
It’s the end-of-novel recovery sequence, which goes something like this:
1) Finish writing a book.
2) Flounder for about three weeks while trying to edit the book. Get all the corrections done on hard copy and insert maybe two-thirds of them before giving up.
3) Think about trying to get the last third done for another two weeks. Don’t do it.
4) Come up with an idea. Have a place for it to go, but several issues with the idea that you can spot almost immediately.
5) Start writing it anyway.
6) Get stuck.
7) Repeat #4, 5, and 6. Several times.
8) Come up with something else.
9) Run with it. Forget the last book you wrote almost entirely.
And here’s the list of ideas I tried, though I probably don’t remember them all:
- That thing with the girl I named Fenna and the different tribes… it was about some political struggles and the plot was pretty weak
- That idea that looked way too much like Eragon
- The whole Sages thing, which has some potential but I’m stuck on it at the point where Celiade meets Etaren and Enidren (the sister dragons). I might publish what I started here in The Scrap Box later.
- An unusual idea about two kids age 12 or so called Jason and Emily. Emily’s gotten Jason into the habit of running around the giant swampy area behind her house, and there are a bunch of weird aluminum buildings back there, and it turns out Jason’s a moon person, and there are a bunch of other moon people trying to transport a nuclear generator and a whole bunch of other stuff to the moon, where they plan to make a bunch of weapons so they can take over the world. Emily is lovably weird, plays the flute badly, and is kind of a daredevil. This whole thing was kind of far-fetched though.
I know I made at least 3 attempts to explain where the Agency came from, and I like the “Sages” explanation (especially because all that happened in a different dimension and doesn’t interfere inconveniently with Earth history).
But right now, I’m not doing any of these. What I’m doing right now feels right, and I think it’s going to be pretty easy to continue.
I’m rewriting Mirrorworld.
I know I said I was gonna do that a while back. I’ve tried it several times, and now that I reread what I tried, it’s pretty funny and pretty bad. But I feel like I’ve gotten ideas in advance… picked up toys before I knew how to play with them. Like a musician who is given pieces of music that are far too difficult for his skill level, but by playing the pieces badly, he can learn enough to go back to the first pieces he was given and play them correctly. Maybe I still don’t have the skill to write Mirrorworld. But I’m sure as heck going to try.
Even if it’s only until I get another idea.
BUT since I’m more skilled now than I was when I was twelve (three years ago), I’m making a few crucial changes.
- Daniel and Sophie are becoming human. Daniel won’t be a pussy and Sophie won’t be a snippy, antagonistic little brat.
- Rather than collecting magical books, Daniel and Sophie are going to the Mirrorworld to protect someone. This means they’ll be on one focused quest rather than wandering around trying to find magical books.
- I’m keeping Daniel, Sophie and Hannah (although Hannah’s going to be changed up quite a bit). Molly, too–Molly has to stay, but she’ll come back different also.
- I might keep Angel, except that she would be drastically changed–starting with her name, which I know would become Madison. Also, I know that she would be an Epselan (rather than being an unexplained maybe-faerie-halfling-thing). And she would get a real personality, unlike the original.
- Gavin is definitely staying. Messenger, I think, too, although Daniel’s going to name her that and she’s definitely going to show up in a different way. Otherwise, Messy’s going to disappear from Phoenix as well as from Mirrorworld.
- The meaningless villains will be gone. In their place will be other factions sent by the Agency (turns out the librarian who handed Daniel and Sophie their books was acting on her own initiative) who think that Daniel and Sophie are either trying to take credit for what they’re going to do, or are trying to stop them, or would get in the way.
- No more RPG-style “classes”–no more “mage,” “enchantress,” “wizard,” “spy mage” nonsense. They’re mages. Just mages. Also referred to as “magic users” or “magic wielders” sometimes. But they’re all the same breed of duck.
- Half the characters, who weren’t essential to the plot (I think I had maybe eight to ten of them in the, well, party by the end of the book), will be leaving. Let’s see: Ryder, Cat, Khorabelle, Keith, and that weird vampire with the pimples who was nothing more than a rebellion against Twilight (I actually looked for his name in the book for about an hour. I can’t find it). And I know they weren’t the only ones.
- Mark will be making an appearance! Yes, this is the adventure I kept referring to in Phoenix, and one of the reasons I was so keen to rewrite Mirrorworld: so I could stick Mark in.
- The resolution will be much different. The ending of the version that’s on MEC is very, very dumb.
Anyway, I can’t list all the stuff I’m going to do, since I’m rewriting the whole story. I’m gonna go work on it right now.