Spent quite a bit of time narrative time in New York, which I hadn't really planned, but having filled it full o' pirates n freebooters and raiders and looters, it was kinda hard to get my characters out. Took a whole chapter just to get out of the building they were in.
Now I have to get them about fifty blocks up town, though a small war, and into a den of villains.
I was hoping that I could so in about two chapts, but it might blow out a bit. (The Transition scene at the start of WoC, for instance was originally supposed to run about three thousand words. It topped out at forty-seven thousand.)
Anyway, this is what I'll be pondering while I wrangle kids n visitors today.
How to get my guys through a post-Wave New York being fought over by baddies and the Cav.
I'm a big fan of bringing back the Cav.
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Well, in the way of these things, I awoke at about 5.14AM this morning, staggered out of bed to chastise a noisy cat and 'Eureka!' I had the whole thing figured out. With one simple tweak all of the jigsaw pieces suddenly fit together.
I wonder sometimes whether these things are buried somewhere in the pre- or sub- conscious and it's just a matter of waiting them for them to dislodge.
Or whether I just got lucky.
Either way, into the breach!
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Had a weird moment the other day when I was writing a chapter in the Miguel thread, which is a very sort of post apocalypse Lonesome Dove thing. Miguel was investigating a general store in Leona, Texas (you can find it on google earth, go on), with a view to camping there, and resupplying. As I was writing, he began to get a little freaked out by the ghosts of the Disappeared.
It was one of those odd moments when the story takes over and you just run with it. What had been a one line observation by me:
He shivered as he re-entered the shop.
Became something much larger:
He shivered as he re-entered the shop. The remains had not bothered him the night before but now, in the light of day, something like a cold eel slithered up his spine, raising goose flesh on his arms and causing him to shudder with an unspecified sense of dread. He regarded the remains of those taken by the Wave with some trepidation, as though the empty clothes, stiffened and black with the leavings of those who had worn them might suddenly inflate with their spectres and rise from the floor to admonish him, or worse, for living when they had died.
Totally overwritten in raw copy, so I'll have to cut it back. But this 'encounter' with the Diasappeared went on for some time. And that night I dreamed the scene all over again.
Rest assured the Disappeared are not coming back, but for a little while there I had to wonder what would happen if they did.
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I thought this post Blair Witch use of the handheld cam trope actually worked really well as a story telling device, and I was suitably impressed with the destruction of NYC, having just been there recently.
With Jane away, the kids in bed, the Bose QC3's clamped on tight and a drink in hand, I enjoyed it muchly, but found to my bemusement that although there were any number of horror elements to the piece, the movie never really developed a horror atmos'.
I wonder if it's because of the Gen Y nuffs nuffs who were the story's focus?
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Anyway, if interested y'all can help out with the next little bit and hone your own writing chops in the process.
There's been some previous speculation about the origin and purpose of the wave (beyond its obvious narrative purpose). What I'd like anyone who's interested to do next is to speculate again, except do it in character.
Pick a character, a new one, describe them in a few sentences and then gimme their explanation of the Wave. Keep it very short.
A couple of the best ones will go into the finished copy.
And congrats to Big Bad Al for his good news.