Monthly Archives: October 2013

Today’s Scribbling: Final pre-NaNoWriMo prep work

Okay. Ten character writeups done. First six chapters plotted out. Overall story arc mostly in view. Time to let them all loose and see what happens, I think. Not sure if I’ll hit the NaNoWriMo numbers, and I hope to make this book a lot longer than 50,000 words, but we’ll see. Hopefully I’ll come out the other side with another first draft to bedevil me with editing!

Today’s Scribbling: Ten Simple Pieces, Part Nine – The Hollow Master

If you enslave someone, even if you don’t mean to. can you blame them if they wish to be free? If your life is a threat to someone else’s, can you blame them if they seek to end yours? If an intelligence is truly alien to us, must we not also be as alien and unfeeling to it?

I thought this was my Big Bad…but now I understand it too well. Is anyone ever truly evil in their own eyes?

Today’s Scribbling: Ten Simple Pieces, Part Seven – The Pocket King

Everyone sets boundaries for themselves. Sometimes those boundaries become a prison. Sometimes it’s more comforting not to see beyond them. Sometimes you call your prison a realm, and call those who would set you free traitors. Such a man is this – one who has made a place for himself, and will not stir beyond it. Is that all that he is?

Today’s Scribbling: Ten Simple Pieces, Part Six – The Sneering Punk

I thought this guy was a villain. But he turned into a hero. Raging and smashing things seems like a bad thing to do, but do what thou wilt, and it harm no-one. If you believe that you are the only one who can make your decisions, then you owe it to other people to apply the same rules to them. The only real sin is the notion of sin – the idea of an inherently evil act. Acts are evil when they harm others. And it harm none, do what thou wilt.

Also he has a dog.

Today’s Scribbling: Ten Simple Pieces, Part Four – The Salesman

I’ll admit, this guy kind of got away from me.

I thought he was just a simple type – roguish, willing to turn a quick buck. A twinkle in his eye, and just what you need for a price you can afford. But that’s not him. That’s not him at all.

No, this is the Spirit of the Age. This is Everything Must Go, Nothing Can Be Left. If you’re willing to sell anything and everything, then what will you be left with? If there’s nothing of yourself that you want to keep, then is there anything of you at all?