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Plottin’ plottin’ plottin’

“OH! They’re the same world, just different time periods!”

Tudors or Civil War? I need guns, I think, but early. Tudors with Age of Enlightment could work.

If you’ve got the basis for a matriarchal society there all along, how is that going to change the society? Well, duh, it’s pretty much Chaucer. Just keep it at The Wife of Bath. (Possibly with less sex).

I’m still not entirely sure about the dragons.

“…oh god that means I’m thinking of writing four books. WHAT THE HELL, BRAIN?”

Victorian scientific discovery! Saving dragons! YES!

I need a revolution…

Ooh, a voice in a charm. And it’d last, so HE’D COME BACK! (Duh duh duuuuuuh).

“Three books. Ok, three books is do-able.”

Five hundred years, that’s a respectable amount of time for everything to turn to shit.

Railways on drove roads?

“….or I could add a sci-fi one, too? Nah. Trilogies work better. And it means I’m only writing three books instead of four.”

Who is she? I know the two from the first book inside-out, but the second set…she’s a puzzle. Hopefully I’ll figure her out before I come to write her.

“That’s still three books. And they’d have to be longer than my usual 70k. ARGH.”

They could dunk a dragon in a lake! (Poor thing).

I need to go do so much resesarch on the 1920s. And WW1. And the Tudors. And Victorian explorers.

THIS IS GOING TO BE THE BEST THING EVER!

I may be plotting for The Thief & The Seer, as well as my new yet-unnamed one…

To Fantasy or not to Fantasy?

I have started thinking again about The Thief & The Seer, which has a possible working title of “As Old As My Tongue” or possibly eyes. I haven’t decided yet.

Anyway. I’ve got the basis for a plot, which involves politics and a Quest and a Thief (duh) and stealing a Thing. I wanted a Baddy, something huge and overwhelming, and so I temporarily put in Dragons…and the whole thing seems to currently be set in the traditional Fantasy Cliché world. So I was trying to think of a twist that would make it more interesting.

Well, I can’t think of one. And so I was chatting to a friend over the weekend about it, trying to work out what to do.

The plot could move to anywhere; it’s two people and a third and a theft and politics. That could go sci-fi, or medieval, or ancient, or futuristic. It doesn’t necessarily matter what the setting is.

And that, as my friend pointed out, is the point. Why bother? If those settings aren’t going to add anything, then why not write it in the world I’m comfortable in, using dragons?

Ok, sure, it’s clichéd. But actually the plot is going to have a few anti-cliche twists, and it’s the relationship between the characters that is the interesting thing. The world around it could change, and once the story is written, I could tweak. I could edit. It could move if I suddenly came up with a different setting.

So…fantasy might be the way to go. It’ll be traditional Western Fantasy, sure, but…hey, I’ll have fun.

New writing: Speaking Names

Necromancer Allie hasn’t been outside her basement in three years, but when a messenger arrives with an unusual request and a bag of money, her skull forces her to face the daylight. After all, the task of finding the pieces of a rich, dead woman’s soul can’t be that hard…

But there’s more than riches to be had, and more than lives at stake. What is life worth when all that is left are memories, and all that remains are dreams?

A new story, I hope – and one that’s getting plotted! I don’t know if it will go anywhere, but it’s going to be fun 🙂

They say a man is not truly forgotten while his name is still spoken.

The necromancers of ___ take this one step further. If a man’s name is not forgotten, and he is still remembered – then he can be brought back.

Shady business happens at night. The dark hours are best for skulduggery, nefarious deeds and general misdemeanors. However, it was mostly incidental that Allie’s latest visitor had arrived in the small hours of the morning, for it was well know that the streets of ____ never slept. If it was not the chill sun lighting the dank, misty streets, then it was marsh-lights and gas-lanterns, revealing shops that never stopped trading.

That didn’t stop Allie from feeling tired. She had drawn the day and night shift thanks to her partner in the shop being on a trading mission, and she was cursing his lateness for the fifth time when the visitor walked in.

He was so in love, Allie thought. The shady walk. The sneaking. He was trying not to be obvious about coming in, and that just made him stick out like a sore thumb. He was obviously going to get hit on something, soon.

“What a loser,” the skull whispered from behind her. “He’d be perfect for you.”

A new story: The Thief and the Seer

It was a cold night; cold enough to chill the two figures walking along the lonely road to the bone. One, the smaller and thinner of the two, was huddled against the weather, soaked and cold. The other, taller and lankier, didn’t seem to feel the chill, striding along as if it was a summer’s day.

“Dad, are we nearly there?” the smaller figure asked, her words nearly lost in the wind.

“Yeah.” The man pointed. “Next bend. That’s the tree.”

It was indeed a true hangman’s tree, bent and twisted. The man turned off the road as they reached it, stepping onto a smaller track. “Just a little further.”

“You said that aaaaages ago!” the smaller one whined.

It’s the start of a new story, and you can find the rest of it in my writing section. There’s nothing further, yet – I don’t have a world or a plot, and it’s a bittersweet start. I wrote this on the day Ryan died and sent it to him for comments; he liked the characters that this is based on and read all of the 160k of original story, so I wanted to know what he thought of the new iteration and the world. But he’d already gone by the time I wrote it, and the email will stay unread. I think he would have liked it, but I won’t ever get the comments that I valued so highly. But that’s life.

So I’m picking it up again now, or at least taking another look. It’s definitely going to have to be a fantasy world – I wondered if it would fit into No Man‘s or Greensky, but I don’t think it will. It needs magic and grit, people and politics; the world’s full of mountains and strange paths. I think it may turn out slightly like Neil Gaiman’s Stardust…it’s sort of got that feel, I think.

If I’m putting it into a fantasy world, I want to turn some cliches on their head. I want to subvert the Chosen One trope, and I’d love to play with some of the other fantasy genre cliches. I don’t yet know what the Thing is; I don’t yet know – beyond a few ideas – what the plot is. But I’m just going to let it simmer and see what comes of it!

No Man’s Sky (not the game!)

This is a post about my novel with the working title of No Man’s Sky, not the game by the same name…so if you want to complain about that, go find another forum 😉

So, I started this blog post on Friday to say “I’ve started it and the first chapter is complete! Yay!”

Well, it’s now Sunday evening and I’ve nearly hit 15,000 words. The only reasons I haven’t are a) pizza, and b) the boys are watching ‘Ello ‘Ello, and that’s pretty distracting! I’ve been updating the word count on the sidebar, so by the time you read this, my wordcount might have changed again…

I am loving writing this almost as much as No Man’s Land. It’s not quite as fun to write, but then I’d have to work hard to beat Ghost as a main character because she’s snarky and sarcastic. Arran, who is the point-of-view character in No Man’s Sky, is just a git. I’m actually going to be really interested to see if anyone is sympathetic to him (at least for the first half). I think it would be fairly easy to be, if you weren’t realising what he’s doing…and whooo-eee, would that be one trip of self-examination when you realised! He’s not intending to be horrible, but…well. I think he’s a git. So we’ll see what everyone else thinks when I finish it…

I’ve got both of my alpha readers bugging me – gently and politely, because they’re lovely, but they are bugging. It’s a really nice feeling (in addition to being a little bit overwhelming) because it means someone likes my world enough to want to go back there!

I’ve also been writing short stories in the No Man’s world – I’ve got three so far with another two in the works. Alpha A has asked how Ghost became an assassin, so that needs to be told, and Alpha B has already had a first meeting and a heist in two separate stories which have been fun!

I think I’ve already given you the start someplace, so have another snippet of No Man’s Sky…

 

“I’m the East Wind. You may call me Rutus.”

“You’re a wind.”

“Yes.”

Arran stopped on the old cobblestone road, under the arching trees and orange skies and unchanging clouds. “I’m talking to a wind.”

Merry was giving him a puzzled frown. “What’s weird with that? It could be worse, it could be the North Wind. He’s mean.”

“Winds don’t talk,” Arran said deliberately.

“Well, Rutus can.” That brought the beaming smile and dimples back. “He’s taking us to the Witch, too, so you should be happy.”

“We’re going to see a witch?” This was getting better and better.

“Yes. She knows things. She can help.”

“A witch. Like, a potions and turns-people-into-toads witch?”

“She is an extremely knowledgeable lady,” Rutus informed him. The wind’s voice was a combination of gusts and lulls, and made Arran’s hair blow around. “I do not recall her turning anyone into a toad.”

“Frogs, then? Does she have warts?” Arran snapped, and then realised something. “Wait, you’ve been talking to Merry the whole time?”

“It’s not my problem that you’re deaf,” the East Wind told him, managing to sound snooty despite the breathy voice. “I’m glad you’ve finally come to your senses.”

“Where I come from, winds don’t talk!”

“How dull.”