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Someone has to die.

I just don’t know who, yet, but I know that it needs to happen. There are going to be several people I could choose from. Actually, now that I think about it, there’s one that I could kill off far more easily than the others. It depends on how I end up introducing him…this could get far more interesting than I’d initially planned. At any rate, the characters need to feel the presence of death, one in particular. I know I’ve been keeping a lot of the plot under wraps, but it will suffice to say that one of the characters (I’m tentatively naming him Arsus) needs a smack in the face to remind him about what it means to be mortal. In this case, said smack will arrive in the form of a dead comrade. It won’t be anything heroic. It won’t be some noble sacrifice. It won’t even be a crowning moment of sad… “I am a leaf on the wind.” Not like that. It will just be factual. People die. Call it morbid, if you like. I call it gritty realism. It will set up for a very nice parallel later on in the story, so it’s not without purpose. It’s just that if I explain it at all (within the confines of the story, not the blog, dear reader), it loses it’s initial “WTF?!” impact.

How much of my life should I pour into my work? Rather, how much should art reflect reality? I ask myself this because many of the questions I’m going to be having characters ask will be questions that I have asked of myself and of others close to me. It’s not strange to me to have these characters be full of curiosity. I mean, part of that might be because I’m still very curious about them and their world. They’re taking me by the hand and guiding me, showing me their secrets, things they don’t even fully understand, as of yet. I like this part of the creative process. It’s a stage of growth for me, both as a writer and as a person. It’s a journey of self-discovery. I’ve said this before, but it’s something I’m realizing more and more as I’m venturing from Dhe’sku’va to Dhe’laza with Arsus and his companion, a man named Rime. These two, as my protagonists, are rapidly endearing themselves to me. I’ve only recently met them, but I know that their stories are going to be told through me. Hopefully by the time their journey is complete, the great Sand Sea will be safe to traverse for all, and the record of their story will be less confusing than this (though certainly more serious).

Some people are probably going to look at the blog and wonder why I have links EVERYWHERE. To answer the question, I will just say that it’s because I spend too much time reading posts like this. I like to share things that I find on the internet, but I’m no chain-mail spammer. I hate forwards (especially when I get the same one multiple times from people in my family), and I hate the idea of sharing useless stuff with people, but sometimes…sometimes I find something so hilarious (at least to me…) that I HAVE to share it with somebody. It’s a strange desire. There are some things that remind me of inside jokes, and so those have to be at least discussed with someone else who shared in the adventure that led to the joke that led to the laughter at the random stumbleupon discovery, like the one I had Wednesday morning. There’s also the fact that blogging software makes link embedding so ridiculously easy that I don’t even have to have brain functionality to use it. It’s fun! 😀

I’m trying to be patient. It’s been a weird couple of days. We lost my grandpa’s youngest brother, my great uncle, Wednesday evening. He was a man with whom I shared a name, and that was something that I always considered incredibly significant, despite the fact that I was not, actually, named for him. I didn’t know him as well as I would have liked, and I feel an extra tinge of guilt for having made excuses not to call him over the last week and a half. Now it’s too late, and that really hurts. I’m doing better now than I was a day ago, though. I’ve got some of the best friends in the world, and they’ve all been doing everything they can to get me back to my usual level of enthusiasm and energy.

On a positive note, my business cards should be in soon. I can’t wait. I’m tired of scribbling contact information for people on receipts and whatever else happens to be handy. No more, sir. From now on, it’s going to be recycled paper (because I love the environment, despite my 30 mile-per-day commute in my 29 year-old car) with a logo of my own design (because I’m creative!) and a quote from William Butler Yeats. “Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart long for, and have no fear.”

4 Comments

  1. Wow…just wow. If your blog posts are an accurate reflection of your writing style, you’re already becoming one of my favorite writers, along with Chris Patton (whose new book should be available on Amazon soon, if you didn’t see) and I can’t wait to experience the tale you tell of these characters who have you so engrossed in their lives right now. I think art is a very keen reflection of reality, in that most people use art to express their feelings, from joy and love and happiness, to sadness, dismay, confusion, and fear, about the world around them, so very naturally, the questions that you ask yourself and others will be curiosities to your characters. Also, I like your thoughts on the subject of death. Too often in books, death is used as a major catalyst of events, revenge, madness, heroism, or whatever, and the others take a few pages to mourn and then move right along, as if they’ve forgotten their comrade. I think especially for younger readers, whether the death is tragic, heroic, or just a plain fact of life that comes their way, it needs to have it’s effect on them and be part of what shapes them as a person. That’s not to say that every character needs to go all emo with grief every time someone dies, but they need the time to heal that anyone else would, and they need to go through the stages of grief, talk it out with someone, be afraid or have nightmares, whatever it takes to convey what death really means for and to them. Can’t wait to see your business cards, also, I’m curious as to your design. I need to get my sketch book out and start drawing more.

  2. I had wanted to ask Wednesday if you were named after him, but I figured that if you were such a question would be…unhelpful at that moment. Glad to hear you’re doing better, though. You have my condolences; I don’t know that I actually said as much.

    That having been said, I do very much approve of your idea, as I said the other night, and for two reasons: the first being, of course, that I love a good splash of unadulterated tragedy, and the second being my firmly held belief that there is nothing so vital to writing as using what one has on hand. If one has an unexpected death within emotional reach…

    I, of course, do not in any way, shape, or form mean to minimize your loss, and I do hope for the best for both you and your family; I merely mean that when we write…our emotions are no longer ours to hoard.

    I’m sure you already know that, though. Like I said, a grand plan.

  3. Thank you both, very much. I’m always happy to get your input on these things. I know that emotion has always played a big part in my poetry, but I have been debating how much of that style should play into the novel. As characters are being developed, I’m realizing that it shouldn’t be different at all. It’s my style, after all. If I don’t maintain some aspect of self throughout my work, it loses all of its meaning to me.

  4. Hey, just finished a book today that deals quite well with the subject of death, and especially where it concerns young people, if you’re interested for reference. Catch me on AIM or something and I’ll give you more info if you want.


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