The tent with the fire over on the Camp NaNo page says there are two days and fifteen hours left before the mid-summer insanity begins. Said insanity being writing, but why should July be any different for me? I’m always doing that, though this latest stretch of three weeks without actually writing anything new is one of the longest I’ve gone in a while.
As for my own story, the first two floors of my Great Hall are complete. It’s a thing of beauty, with it’s old class rooms and dorms and storage areas, the library and its archives, the private rooms and collection areas–and the bathrooms. At this moment it’s a real place for me, not just something I dreamed up. I still have a third and a fourth floor to add, but they won’t take up much space. I may get those in place today, or maybe tomorrow. But I will get them.
Though now, with the rendering required to produce the 3D version of my structure, my poor computer is working overtime to give me something I can’t view as well as before. But no matter: I’m able to get it built, and I can always shut down a lot of other things in order to see what I’m creating.
The thing that has happened as I build the structure is that I’m also building history. There are a great many empty rooms in this building: the majority of the first floor is sealed off, the doors locked and the rooms dusty. Why is this? Why have such a huge, unused building in the middle of this school?
There is a history building in my head. It’s been there for a while; in fact, I know how the school started, and who laid the foundation. I’ve known a little of the early history of the building, and now that I’m seeing it appear, brick by virtual brick, the history is becoming far more clear.
As with the characters, the buildings have their history. They have a presence, and it helps to actually bring it out and write it down. Which is what I’ll do, either today or tomorrow. Since I already have a timeline started for my characters, why not add the school to that document as well? Then when I need to see when a particular event occurred, and who may have had a hand in it, then I know where to go.
I’ll also write it down inside my Scrivener project, so it’ll be there as well when writing time comes.
All this work has made me happy. No, really, it has. It’s freeing to allow your mind to break loose and find things that have been hidden, or even repressed, for a while, and to get them out and make them real. Even if there are things I never use in any of the stories that would revolve around this school, I know their story, and they have become a part of me forever.
It’s only a matter of time before I pass this feeling to others.