If you are reading this, you’re alive . . . oh, wait: that was last Friday. This is Tuesday. It’s the end of my first four-day weekend in a long time, and the day of the Doctor Who Christmas Special. There’s something else going on as well, but you don’t need me to tell you that: I’m just letting you know what’s important in my life.
I’ve got ELP blasting live as I wonder what I’m going to do today. I know it’s probably going to be writing related, but I don’t know for certain. Actually, I do know, I just don’t know what yet.
I do know that I’m going to start up another story here very soon. I need to get to work on developing the characters–at the least, getting them named, and getting them fleshed out a bit. I have the plot laid out in my head, and . . . well, you know how it goes. I have a good idea where the story will take me.
I’m dipping back into a universe that, strangely enough, I first developed as some fetish fiction many moons ago. This time I’ll have a few of the characters show up in the story–one character in particular–without all the fetishy stuff that I had in my other, long-ago story. That doesn’t mean my main character won’t be sorta sensual in her own way.
This wasn’t the intention when I first started this story. Oh, no. When I was in my story idea file, I wrote down “Muse Story” and that was it. I was going to have a nice story about a guy and his muse, and how she was going to help him write the story that he was meant to write. Because that’s what muses do: they take you by the hand, bring out the best in your creative abilities, and get your ass to creating.
But somewhere along the way my muse went from being less of a Manic Pixie Dream Girl to a Lovable Alpha Bitch who’s a bit like Kate Winslet’s character Clementine in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, letting everyone know, “I’m just a fucked-up girl who’s lookin’ for my own peace of mind.” And when you throw in just what she’s trying to get her latest charge to write, it means there’s going to be a lot more things happening than the casual, “I need to make you live!” sort of crap.
This is how the writer’s mind works: you take a concept, let it sit for a bit before giving it a little heat so it can simmer, then when it’s ready, to take it off the low heat and get it into some real cooking. That’s what this story’s been doing for some time. Even when I didn’t know I was thinking about it, I probably was.
The thing that made the story complete, however, was when I realized that I’d sort of walked this ground before, and all I needed to do was ground both stories in a world that made sense. That’s World Building–you remember me talking about it, right?
‘Cause if you haven’t, then you need to pay a little closer attention.