Dec 11, 2009 12:13
background: What I thought would be a short story for Workshop has morphed, in my head, into a novel. I jsut wrote a bit of the second chapter of it yesterday.
What I really liked was the description.
The novel I'm workong on right now is - interesting, but it doesn't grip me in the same way the bookpeople one did, nor Olinscarr, nor any of the others. I don't know. I want to finish it, but there's probably only a couple characters I feel investment in. Which is odd.
And a little frustrating.
Because now, here, comes along a story-into-novel that begs to be written, and researched, and figured out, and all the characters are bright and shiny and interesting and the places and the situations are fascinating and it's all alien and interesting. And it's got description. I'm not usually a descriptiony person, but this one - the very first few paragraphs of that new chapter are description. The character looks aroudn a lot, he notices a lot, he observes and describes. And he's in environments that are enjoyable to describe. Not jsut a dorm room and the streets of a midwestern town - this is a city of buildings that get more lavish the higher floors you get up to; depending where you sit in the society your surroundings vary drastically.
(here, again, with Pico and her cities.)
And there's proper fight scenes! Fists-and-feet fight scenes! There's huge differences between social classes! There's crazy futuretech that's not so crazy the more you look at it! There's politics between countries and empires! There's weird and terrible that all caused by people, not metaphysicality or existential critters!
So I'm not going to drop my current novel and go haring off after another idea, obvs. But! It's kind of frustrating how one thing is a great deal more shiny right now.
thoughts on writing,
writing