Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Exit realism. Bring the Miasma back to it's roots.

I know, this might come as a shock to some but I think what has been instigating my latest bout with writer's block...  

I've reached the conclusion, that I've been trying TOO hard with making Miasma Angels accessible to everyone and while I still strive for that, someday.  I want to write the story that I started 9 years ago.  Jennie, a girl born from a tree.  Tryst, a ghost investigator who wields nunchuks...  I'll admit some of my ideas were wrong but in those early days I seemed more driven, maybe, it's something else.  I'm kind of stress because of work and the constant lying too, all the workplace BS I shovel down my own throat because I honestly need the money.  I remember why I loved writing in the first place.  To escape from the boredom, the humdrum of life, because let's face facts.  I'm a boring person.  The only thing I seem to do right is be able to imagine things, also I have a mixture of perfectionistic tendencies which combat my borderline ADHD when it comes to completing my projects.

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Okay, so things that will be changing, the ending of the book with only be the end of the first part.  The book will be a 3-part set, playing on the whole beginning, middle and end.  Also, I'm squaring up some loose ends.  Anyone who has read it will know that a point of frustration, well, one of them is how Barbara Button is portrayed.  Much to my chagrin, she comes off as a bitch, to me there is no rhyme or reason for the obvious animosity but I hope to rectify it with this round of rewrites.  I'm giving probably the biggest character bit slip in the beginning of the newest version.

Next after the current ending, I'll be reworking some key character parts and with any luck making the book better.  Sadly, it's just been too long since anyone's read the book or asked me about it, of course, I bring it up which is probably pretty annoying, haha.  I have to, I have to remind myself that it exists, that I created it and that I am not a complete and utter flop.  Miasma Angels isn't by any stretch my first story that I've written, it's just the one I'm the most invested in, I love this story, the characters and the world.
It's by no means, a normal yarn, it's quirky strange and very obtuse.  It's as much a part of me and I am to breathing, dreaming and imagining.

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Things people should now about the new additions to the book.  Fights will be over the top, like a person being punched through a water fountain or pieces of body part being swallowed by budging pocket dimensions.  A man can carry a sword and be over one-hundred feet away and swing that same sword to shave another man's face that hundred feet away.  The divine and the material exist on a plain parallel, mirrors of one another.  And there IS a room that exists in my book where you can go anywhere... to anytime... even to exist as another person within your genetic line.  

So yeah, I think realism exited a while ago and it just took my brain this long for it to catch up.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

what's wrong with writing a good fantasy?


Or really, what is wrong with a person who enjoys writing in that field.  The stipulations and prejudices around the word alone, fantasy, lends to a certain light being shone on you.

Miasma Angels in my own words is a Bildungsroman.  Because yes, it's a story about a girl from her birth to adulthood to wherever her life there after.  The problem first arrives when others find out she's of supernatural origin, at least that's how it seems to me.  I love the people who HAVE read Miasma Angels.  In return, I think all of them deserve respect and support for being the way they are.

Jennie is born.  She grows up and she looses things.  That in itself is the genre.  But it's too vague to still garner the fantasy-type.  Spoiler Alert!!  Jennie is an Angel.  Born of two humans bathed in mists that altered them to a quasi-angelic state.  Who was given a very unique chance to play a pivotal role in the changing of the nature of her world.  She is sot after for this unique disposition by a Cult from a world already dead and long forgotten by it's own people.  These people are actually the descendants of those from my last posting, yep, those from the Generation Ships.

I suppose it says something about me that I build a group who are so sad and backwards facing that they try to rewrite the past and the futures of every person that lives now by altering the events of said past and attempting to reconstructing time from times inception.  It also might say that I might have grabbed at too much when I went to this length to write the plot of my antagonists.  You know, to make ones enemy convincing you cannot make things black and white, well you can but that isn't the nature of men.  It's a hodgepodge of things, ideas and emotions.  Situations and consequences, the past and the ideals we strive for, to protect a future that might not even exist.

Alright, to get back to the original topic is to clarify some things, while I use the coming-of-age as a crutch to build Jennie's world.  I do fall back on normal fantasy conventions.  Yes, there are Elves (Alfar), who in my work are about twice the height of the average man, they don't involve themselves in human affairs and generally hate mankind and their numbers are dwindling down to nothingness.  Their are dwarves (Zwerg) who I only wrote 1 in the entire story.  They are even more secluded then any other race, living in the earth.  The other are classified under either the Fir Bholg or Fomorii.  Those could be a blog in and of itself. 

Friday, January 4, 2013

travel within a Generation ship

So I came to realize that when I began Miasma Angels it was a fairly naive tale to try and convince a girl to date me or at least consider it.  The beginning of the stories 9th year since I began it.  A few things have stayed the same, one is the idea of a ship that can take humanity to another world.  I back then believed I was breaking new ground, but like most ideas I was one of hundreds of thousands before me.  Sir Arthur C. Clarke coined the best version, I think.  Calling them Generation Ships.

This is all information a person might want to know eventually but in the grander scheme of my book this was a pivotal and saddening part of the back story, so information not even valid to the portions of where I have been writing about.

In an unmentioned year, Earth had become nothing more then a husk, a desert planet drained of all natural resources; man had taken too much, no renewal plans made a difference, they just continued to take and take and take.  The Peregrination series of ships were built taking between 50-75 years to build and prepare. These 7 space fairing behemoths had a daunting task before them to travel in seven different directions following the bread crumbs of the hope at finding the Goldie Locks worlds, a message from the stars told them to travel, or at least that's what they'd tell the children that only knew the space life.

The Peregrination IV, carried 7 generations of post-earthlings before it reached the world it would call home.  7 generations lived and died within the time it took to traverse from Terra-firma to the new world.