Lots of writing, or My wife is awesome

Starting in on another week of lots of writing.  Almost 14k words of new material in the last two and a half weeks; it's like NaNoWriMo but on my own time.  Sue and I have been co-writing the Nigel and Cersee Sagas, and recently she convinced me to stop working way back at the beginning and to start working up at the same spot she's at.  It's damn invigorating. And we're spending time together not watching TV.

Maybe sometime in the near future I'll post something of our combined efforts.

NaNoWriMo, A Month in Review

It's hard to believe that November's over. After a month's worth of scrambling to write or think of what I'm going to write next, I'm both exhausted and feeling strangely empty. Empty in that there's no deadline hanging over my head any longer. Guess what,

I love deadlines.

But,

Statistics

• 50,899 words
• 52 Chapters
• ~ 150 Pages in manuscript format

Overall Plot Structure

I originally planned to cover Nigel's life from age 9 to about 15 in the span of 50k words. I ended up covering from 9 to 10, or about the first 1/3 of what I was looking into. This leads me to Lesson learned #1:

• I am a wordy bastard. And as such, I expect to cover about 3 times what I actually cover. And that's not a bad thing. (Let it be known though, that My wife, who also did NaNoWriMo, Covers exactly as much as she expects to cover in the range of words she's working with, which is something that I find both awesome and amazing [We'll talk about that more in a bit.]).

So the story if you break it down covers the time from when Nigel leaves his decaying family behind and goes out into the world to make it on his own. Almost immediately, he meets up with smuggler and revolutionary, Robert McKee, who takes him under the ole' wing and teaches Nigel to read all the while filling the boy's head with ideological dreams of a better future.

Nigel then breaks McKee's friend Aleistar Tweedy from prison, a man reknowned for his ability to read any text. With Tweedy out, they steal an elven tome containing banned magic (The Diruleans don't do magic, or elves for those of you not up on your Ae'rinus lore). Their plan, cast some spells and wreck up the town. But,

Nigel gets captured by Leicaster Dunnovan, the noble (and apprentice Necromancer) that Nigel stole the book from in the first place. Nigel spends a good bit of time in the dark, being tortured, before eventually breaking free and killing Dunnovan.

In the process he finds out that there is a second book, which is in possession of Dunnovan's master, William Blakesley. Nigel goes after the book, spends ten days in a shipping crate crossing the Portsmouth bay, and rides back to Darkepoole with a bunch of Na'Claad gypsies led by Quick Jonny Quink.

Upon returning with the second book, things are starting to look good, until town guards attack the tavern where McKee lays out his plans. [details of the climax omitted] Nigel barely escapes with his life, and is forced to flee to Rae'lan.

Flavor of the text
If you've ever read my stuff, you know I'm annoyingly postmodern with orientation--footnotes, metafictive elements, plurality, blah blah blah. This book doesn't have much of that at all. Overall, what I thought of when approaching the writing was two things: Grit and language. So I channeled a lot of what I learned from Ann Pancake's glorious use of language together with a bunch of good dark grit ala the kind I get from reading Kilean Kennedy and all his recommendations, and came out with something that's full of clipped incomprehendible (possibly to some) dialog, and lots of teeth getting knocked out amid spraying blood and gore. I tried very hard to vocalize the differences in accents spoken by the characters in the story, and even varying accents from the same localized area based on age and experience and what not. According to Sue, I was successful. Once it's publishable (word on that below), we'll see how it flies in the wild.

Sound of the text
Music is a requirement when I write. And usually I get some sort of playlist going that builds the mood of whatever I'm working on. This project was a bit problematic with music in the beginning as nothing really seemed to drive the narrative inspiration for me, but once I got up around 20k words, I found myself constantly hopping onto YouTube to watch a quick video or two for inspiration. I ended up making a playlist of them, which is now up to 51 songs. Here's a feed:

Overall though, I think the most influential song was Handlebars by the Flobots (thanks Rod for turning me onto that song way back when in Grad School).

The Highlights
Perhaps one of the best things of NaNoWriMo wasn't the writing so much as the fact that my wife, Sue decided to join in the fun with her own NaNoing. She started out by hand, writing her Cersee stories, but then eventually switched online and managed to hit 30k by the end of the month, which considering that she spent a good chunk of the month rewriting what she wrote by hand, and the fact that she, unlike me, values sleep she did a super job. It was truly a great month for us to be sitting side by side creating things together. And since she isn't done, I'm looking forward to this month and future months of us working on finishing her story, and building new ones. I think this writing process might be a real great replacement for D&D, which with real little kids right now, is very hard to pull off.

I'm also very happy to have finally gotten back to my roots by writing fantasy. Back in college, I felt pushed to bury my love for genre fiction in favor of literary writing...which was probably a good thing, but now it feels awful nice to decend into fantasy again. The Nigel cycle is far from over, and in the coming weeks and months, I plan on building a transmedia experience out of it using a combination of background information-like blogs on my Ae'rinus blog, as well as even more in-depth stuff on the Ae'rinus wiki. As for the actual text, I plan on serializing it and releasing direct to teh Intarnets as soon as it's revised enough for release.

So that's more or less where It all stands. Here's to more stuff in the future!

Novels, November, and TransMedia

Back in July, I posted this bit on TransMedia and fiction. Since then, I've continued to mull on the subject, and much to my happy surprise, I got into a pretty cool email conversation with Scott Walker, one of the founding members of BrainCandyLLC, an online startup that does exactly what I was talking about--facilitates world-building for all sorts of media, and unlike the Harry Potter fanfiction type stuff referenced in the Henry Jenkins essay that kicked my mind off on this whole thing in the first place, Walker's flagship at the moment is a custom fantasy world, Runes of Gallidon, with a surprising breadth of detail and contribution. So from what I can see, this sort of collaborative setting is working out to be a very successful force even outside the already successful fan-fiction realm. And this is a good thing for fiction. Good because:

1. In an increasingly electronic world, classical literacy is decreasing, so an increase in these types of sites, fan-fiction, or not, will help combat this loss of literacy.
2. I'm deeply bothered by people who casually say, "I hate writing." Often I think this stigma is created by bored teachers in the public realm, who lack either ability or energy to properly motivate students to write. Online collaborative communities change that.
3. If traditional print fiction is languishing, fan-fiction, and now other types of fiction are demonstrating that a new collaborative home on the net, may be the spark to kick things into a new renaissance.

So, coupling in with National Novel Writing Month next month, I've decided to start pushing my own brand of collaborative openness. Here's how.

I've been a D&D gamer since way back when. 5th grade maybe. And in those many many years, I found that as a DM, I've always gravitated away from official gameworlds to my own, Ae'rinus. I have a wiki: http://aerinus.wikispaces.com, and an Ae'rinus related blog, neither of which have been all that active in recent years, but I've always wanted to do something with them. So here's the gameplan: I'm going to start writing the fantasy novel I've always wante to write. The one that I've forever put aside for the silly notion that literary fiction was what I needed to do. And while I won't be posting it as I go (because good god, my early drafts are bad), but I do plan on posting both environmental information about Ae'rinus, side stories, as well as other relevant material as I develop the main novel. When the novel's sections reach "publishable" form, I'll post them in serial, and hopefully one of two things will happen:

1. People will read and enjoy what I've written
2. People will feel motivated to start adding to this ontology of Ae'rinus.
3. (with a 3rd pipedream goal of: I become a rockstar D&D DM/writer and get to tour the country running gaming sessions, writing books, and having plenty of time with the family without having to have a soul-sucking dayjob..oh and medical benefits too [hey If I'm going to dream, might as well dream big.]).

Here's a blurb of what I'm working with. A sort of half-assed preface if you will:

Deep-seated in the heart of history there is always the blemish of darkness, dark times, of painful memories and hearts hardened—winter for the soul. Every age knows these stories, of overcoming darkness, transforming a landscape, but stories embellish—they forget the depths, the lows we sink to when faced with demons on all sides. They celebrate the outcome as an inevitability, as if men and women are born heroes destined to save us all. Stories are a point of convienience; they have the vantage to see the whole process from afar. But sliding within the morass, buried in the deep-gut-drop stink where your life is entrusted to a dagger blade so chipped and stress cracked you're pulling your thrust a bit and hoping to hell you don't catch it off a rib or hidden hauberk.

To a great many, Nigel Caedman was a hero—involved with bringing the gods back to the land, becoming one himself, slaying demons. Spread the growth of independent guildhalls, which led to safer roads. He fought in the civil war to overthrow the corrupt Dirulean crown. He traveled the planes. Found lasting love, married, and raised seven children. How could he not be a hero? Unblinking, he murdered men, women, and children if they crossed his ideals. He lived by gypsy code to point of fault; respecting nothing, taking everything from food and lodging to sex. He raped. Pillaged. And even despite the grandeur of ascending to the role of deity, this two he has squandered again and again, opting to cast it all off for a few more years wandering a land that he loves. A land where he has no permanent home. Surely no hero does these things. Heroes are just and pure. They stand for light and hope. Faith, humility, honor and love. Heroes are legendary and celebrated, like Cersee Nailo Caedman—Nigel's wife. But this is not the tale of a true hero. This is the story of that which creeps in the shadows, the bloody knife blade, the stink of whiskey-breath in the morning rain wet from another night under the stars. Doing what needs to be done, whether or not the people agree or realize what horrors are kept at bay by his stained hand.