Wednesday, August 14, 2013

About a Deadline...

Ah, so it’s August now, is it? That’s wonderful. I like August. Summer is coming closer to its end and autumn is just around the corner with its crisp cool breezes and the turning of the trees…

I like August.

But where did July go? Or June, for that matter?

September comes after August, does it? Oh dear.

“I plan on writing the sequel for NaNo this coming November, and if that’s the case, a more clear background and solid foundation is needed. So I made a deadline for myself: [TLS will be edited by] September. I wrote out a to-do list for writing this year, things I felt I had to get done. TLS was at the top of the list, even though it’s ‘due date’ is later in the year.”
(From the ‘Writing with Foresight and Hindsight’ post.)

Um. Yes. Right. Obviously.

Summer has been crazy. You would think it’s the time for things to calm down, but I’ve been away from home—and thus, my writing habits—more often than at home this summer, and TLS has suffered. The funny thing is, some of my other projects (Carousel, Island of the Kahts, and a new Retro Fantasy project) have seen a significant ‘reboot’, which is great for me and them…but less great for The Turq Wars, this year’s coming up NaNoWriMo story.

It’s not the method that’s my problem. Going backwards has helped significantly, believe it or not. It confuses the timeline a bit, and I’m uncertain of the order things should happen in, but I get to write the climactic and important scenes and then foreshadow them in the earlier sections. It’s actually brilliant.

It’s time. Isn’t it always? And I’ve more time than many. So, really, the biggest problem is ‘other books’. Libraries are damaging to my health, I always say. It’s true. Very true. I have a pile of 17 books, mostly novels and mostly library books and mostly off of the New shelf with early due dates, stacked by my bed.

If I truly want to stick to my plan of completing the edits of TLS by September’s end, then I’ll need to be editing and fleshing out almost a chapter every day. Now, the good thing—the relieving thing—is that I have an extra month between my deadline and November, which was intentional. So anything I still need to work out by then, I should have time to do so. But that means the end of procrastination.

And I like procrastination.

(Some pictures I've found via the Internet that look like some of my characters:)

(Young Reisoni Klift, one of my MCs, and her friend Maewyn)

(Heron Lieshellyk Skye, my other MC, although he usually looks happier.)

(One of the bird automatons in the story)

(Darvis Lieshellyk, Heron's grandfather, as I imagine he may have looked in younger days)

I’ll try to update this blog through the month, to show whether or not I’m reaching the deadline.

Until then, here’s a rather lighthearted teaser for the tale I’m speaking of:

This story begins with a mapmaker—well actually, that’s not quite right. This story ends with a mapmaker. Hmm, well…that’s better, but still inaccurate. Truth be told, this story has an awful lot to do with a mapmaker. Except he isn’t really a mapmaker, exactly. He’s an architect who also happens to make maps. In any case, he is a very important character in the story. Just not the main character.

So, this story is also about a thief girl. Now she is the main character of the story. More or less.

But then there’s the grandson of the founder of the story of which I am speaking. He's also the main character.

And, more than that, I suppose, there’s the Founder himself. Ah, yes, you could say that this story starts with the Founder. And, in all probability, it ends with the Founder, also.

So, then.

This is the story of a mapmaker who isn’t a mapmaker—named Teliod—and a thief girl who isn’t the main character—named Reisoni—and the grandson of the Founder, who is the reason the thief girl isn’t the main character—and his name is Heron—and of the Founder who started it all, kind of, and who just might end it all, kind of—and his name is Lieshellyk.

This is a story about birds and fires and the remnant of humanity living in a city, cut off from the rest of the world and protected from the raging storms outside. This is a story of love and friendship and betrayal and traitors and mysteries and secrets and power and greed and salvation and hope.

This is the story of The Last Storming.

1 comment:

  1. Love your teaser! And, you know, *cough-cough, elbow-elbow* I'm always up for reading drafts of stories my friends are working on. Not that I'm hinting or anything...
    I just picked out the story I'm doing for this year's NaNo, and I'm so excited! I'll have to tell you about it tomorrow. Then we can NaNo geek out together. ; )