Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Mmm...new story...(at last)

I love that "new story" smell. Mwah ha ha ha! So yeah. I finally started writing episode 4 of "season 1" of my "Salt Gang Chronicles". No title yet. Maybe something about geese. This is indeed my story with the psychic ex-prophetic weregoose nuns (led by old Mother Goose). The same ones who once used prophecies and rhymes to kill. Haven't you ever thought there was something deeply sinister about "Humpty Dumpty"? I wonder what the geese had against him. Oh yes, and I've decided their home plane/kingdom is Cockaigne/Schlaraffenland. It's not the "real" Mother Goose, but it's my story and I can make them Germanic if I feel like it. I can even make them blond Nordic ones if I want. (Their appearance I got from some random dream. I find that dreams don't generally make good stories, but they're useful for kicking off story ideas and images.)

Who else? Oh yes. The goblins. I decided to have goblins in this story. Mainly because I wanted the goblin market (and then the goblin art galleries and smithies and...err...yeah, I do get carried away, why do you ask?). In my world, "goblin" is not a race. It's a lifestyle choice. So here we are in cliche #54: ruined underground city inhabited by monsters.

And cliche #2: the lost heir. I decided there's no prophecy about him, though. That's the whole point of the quest. People lost their ability to make prophecies and they're trying to get it back by finding (and using) the lost heir. Because his kingdom was famous for its Wishbook and its ability to manipulate timelines. If they were so good at it, how come they were destroyed, you might ask. Betrayed from within, I expect. Some angry royal stole the book and fed it to the rats.

Our Scooby gang is out of its depth again. I expect they muddle through somehow at the end. This involves teaching the wrong (right?) person to read. Hurray for literacy!

...but I'm only halfway through the first scene. Who knows what will happen by the time I get to the end of the story. Just let it be shorter than the last! (Which turned out to be about 18000 words.)

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Ep 3 done at last!

Gah, that took way too long. And the story (Salt Gang Chronicles #3) went on for too long, too. 18k words in this first draft. I'll have to see if it makes any sense when it's not so fresh in my mind. Anyway. I'm glad I finished it.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

End of story infodump...

...nooooo! I'm finally closing in on the end of my current story, but it struck me that I'm planning to write a couple of massive infodumps with characters explaining everything to each other. ARRRGH! Half the characters already know (so no reason to lecture each other about it) and the other half should never find out (so it feels unnatural to have someone else tell them everything. Even if someone DID summon a demon for the express purpose of "give me some answers!")

What the hell was I thinking?

Obviously, Things Should Remain Unexplained in this story. Either I forgot to write the story that goes before this one, or else I have to write it all in the next story. It just doesn't go here. Perhaps I was just a coward in not facing up to writing the other story in the first place. At the time, I thought it'd be more interesting to write the one I'm writing now. Oh well, the story you didn't write is always more exciting, isn't it?

What to do, what to do?

I'm about 9000 words into the current story now. I'll have to just finish it (without all the infodumps) and write the linking story next.

Here we go round the mulberry bush

All that singing about going "round the mulberry bush" as a little kid, and it's not until NOW that I finally find out what a mulberry bush looks like. Or that I've been missing out on eating them all those years.

Taisch's Mulberry Bush list:


  1. They're more trees than bushes! And there's a bunch of them growing near my kids' preschool playground! In fact, it was one of the local kids eating some of the berries that prompted me to go and look up more information about it. So, the "red mulberry" morus rubra is native to our area (eastern midatlantic US), but foreign varieties are also widely planted around here.
  2. If they're widely planted, why didn't we get one of those in our yard instead of the stupid useless Bradford pear tree? Argh! I wish I'd known to lobby for a mulberry back in the day. Maybe I can get one now.
  3. Wow. They're in fruit now, and BOY are they profuse. So much for wasting time trying to grow strawberries (which all get eaten by the backyard wildlife) or blackberries (didn't work out). Actually, the fruit have been dropping off the trees for weeks now, but I simply didn't pay attention. Stupid me.
  4. They REALLY stain your hands (red). And your face. And whatever you happen to be wearing. All those little kids shrieking "I have blood on my hands!". Ha ha.
  5. Eat the black ones. They look like blackberries. Taste like small, pale versions of the same. The white and red colored ones aren't ripe. Taste horrible. That's no reason to pick them and throw them at people.
  6. Failure in the oral transmission of childhood lore! I never learned about these as a kid!
  7. I need to stop lying awake in bed at 6 am making mental lists about mulberry trees. Ok, my hands hurt and my youngest kid slipped into bed on MY SIDE while I was in the bathroom, but still.
  8. I've never had any characters named "Mulberry". Ha. I name a lot of characters after herbs (I'm using one now, in fact!) or trees. I think I'll add fruits, nuts, and vegetables to the lists. Oh yeah. Reminder to self: I wanted to have someone called "Bok Choi". Just need the right story.
  9. No mulberry trees or bushes appear in the story I am currently working on. None.