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NaNoWriMo Prep #3

Well, here we are at the final NaNoWriMo prep before the actual NaNoWriMo! So anything else I do after this is all going to be my own personal secrets! Ahahaha.

But let’s recap where we left off. I had decided on an urban fantasy genre, though whether that’s from a horror or mystery angle is yet to be determined. My last entry I settled on basing a character on a friend of mine who I haven’t used as a model yet. Today, I will be hammering out some more details.

Having focused on a model for my character, I now need to establish what that character is. Now, I’m not going to say what is or is not based on the real world model. It’ll just start doing a rough character sketch. I’ve talked before about character sketches for my stories. These let me get a good grasp of their personality. They usually form as a short story about a pivotal moment in their life. Here, it will mostly be a stream of consciousness of my thoughts.

But before I begin that, I need to lay out a few more of my thoughts.

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Oriental Writer Cutting His Pen by Benjamin Gerritsz Cuyp (1640).

I’m thinking this story is going to have at least two major characters. In my early musings I wanted to have some non-authority associated individuals looking into a mystery. I had an early vision of a mystery lovers club that meets to discuss unsolved cases and try to apply their love of mystery novels in solving those cases. I then thought this would be a cute way to start a mystery by having a person appeal to them for help in doing something (leaning towards a missing persons case). I’m leaning towards a young character who has joined this club because they’re smitten with a girl that attends and wants to get in their good graces. This will tie in to some of my other character’s design.

First, I’m leaning towards a young father. I mentioned before that I like taking the mundane and making things extraordinary from there and what could be more mundane than parenting? There’s feeding, napping, diaper changes and bathing. Sure, it’s a rewarding and exciting experience. But let’s be honest with ourselves, we really don’t care to hear about stranger’s struggles about waking up at 2 am to give their child a bottle. I think I’m also going to make him a single father. With the aforementioned missing person’s case, I’m leaning towards the mother having “left” one night, possibly without warning. The story could then pick up this personal tragedy if the mother was roped into the events of the novel in some level. It will also force the character to continue down whatever road unwinds before them.

Alright, we have a single father. What else really defines a person? Well, their occupation. This ties back to the earlier paragraph as I decided this person will be a teacher. However, I don’t see a teacher attending a mystery appreciation club even if he is looking to get back into the dating pool. And I would like to write some scenes of him trying to go on dates while dodging the fact that he’s a father and worried someone else’s kid will turn off dating prospects. So I will need some tie with this character and the young paramour. The easiest solution, to me, would to make him the teacher of the other. I can worry about the details of how that plays out for later.

Lastly, I want some personality quirks for my character. While I have a rather sombre backstory, I’d actually like to contrast that with a sun disposition and childlike wonder for the world. I recall how amused I was when in Japan and seeing all the adults obsessed with Pokemon Go. And while I’m not going to lean into some other intellectual property, even if there’s no chance of infringement, I do like the idea of him preoccupying himself with chasing down digital “pokemon” or whatnot while weird things are happening. I’m also tempted to wrap this phone game into the greater story and it got me thinking.

Way back in university I came up with… well… I don’t even know what to call it. I was working on a project with Derek to make something and ended up making all this complicated lore for supernatural entities, different realms of reality and a whole slew of other stuff. It never really materialized into anything, however. But while thinking about this character and musing of a Pokemon alternative, I recalled this concept. Loosely titled Plemora, it would make an excellent game and if the game itself ties into the urban fantasy, would cover a whole lot of groundwork that I won’t have to do later.

A brief rundown of the Plemora was that our world was simply one layer of a multilayered existence. Entities from a higher layer had a tendency for coming down into ours to avoid conflicts there. Oftentimes this led to them being hunted and, given the physics of the world, they might be chased into lower layers of ours. It was a weird blend of things like Planescape and White Wolf roleplaying and I certainly have no interest in trying to make this story an introduction to that mess. However, it certainly works perfectly for a stupid mobile game my teacher can obsess over and since it dealt with demons… well… let’s just say that I have some ideas to consider in regards to my paranormal portion. Whether I will have sympathetic, intelligent demons that pass for human like… alright I don’t watch or read a lot of urban fantasy but that’s what I imagine Supernatural or that tv show about Satan were like. Alternatively, I can make them more mindless and beastlike in the vein of Stranger Things or Lovecraft Country.

And I likely won’t make a decision until I’m halfway through November anyway!

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NaNoWriMo Prep #2

With NaNoWriMo fast approaching, it seems I should get a few more words out about what I’m doing to prepare for it.

Last time I discussed my NaNoWriMo prep, it was to hone in on a genre that I wanted to explore. As I mentioned, the November novel is my chance to try new tones, genres, voices and styles. Since I don’t do a lot of present day fiction, the urban fantasy genre seemed like a good little niche to poke and prod. It’s adjacent to my regular writing enough that it could be relevant to my stories while being different enough to exercise those creative muscles.

Now, the nice thing about prep is that nothing is set in stone. Things can and, generally do, change. I’m still planning on doing an urban fantasy but my original idea for characters is slowly changing while I consider my option. And speaking of characters, that brings me to my next step of prep.

In my writing, I love to focus on characters. Motivations. Histories. Relationships. Philosophies and ideals. These heady psychological concepts let me put my education to some us but generally help to shape the different people that drive the story. Of course, there is no telling what characters will pop up in the plot, especially since I hardly plan any of my first drafts. But what I will focus on is the main character. And I have several tricks for creating them.

My go-to development method is simply take someone I know and use them as a template for my writing. My friends and family are sprinkled throughout my writing in various forms. Granted, we’re all multi-faceted individuals. Our personalities are not a weekend shopping list of traits but an ever changing kaleidoscope of ofttimes contradictory and inconsistent behaviours and beliefs. That is to say, while I base my characters on people I know they are hardly ever recognizable as the people I know. Generally, I’ll focus on one portion of their personality and design around there.

Take my sister for example.

There are numerous moments where I have based a character on my sister. The most obvious is… well… her D&D character in my short stories. Those stories, written in a somewhat generic fantasy setting, took moments of our lives and recast them as though they were Dungeons and Dragons inspired adventures. As such, Kait’s character (inconspicuously called Kait) was a small town teacher who had a fondness for hikes and rocks. So this fantasy Kait was classed as a ranger and, taking inspiration from the source, was a ranger who had a knack for getting lost and possessed little sense of direction. Furthermore, she loved collecting things and carrying around a large backpack filled to the brim with the random junk she’d find on their adventures.

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Oriental Writer Cutting His Pen by Benjamin Gerritsz Cuyp (1640).

I like to contrast this lighthearted, clumsy ranger with Therese from my Thyre story. Both had the same inspiration and yet I feel the characters are more different than they are similar. Therese of Thyre’s fame may have shared a love of reading and books but she was a standoffish woman with a cold, controlling attitude especially towards those she felt were foolish or below her own intellectual capabilities. Her prickly exterior naturally led her to having few friends and associates but despite that she had a complicated relationship with her cousin. Her domineering attitude provided an anchor of sorts to his free spirit even if her acerbic wit often manifested in barbed banter between these two seemingly close relatives.

Now, is my sister this cold cousin? Of course not. Nor would she hopelessly be lost in a forest or feel unnecessary compulsion to squirrel away every little bit of coloured string or shiny rock she tripped over. That’s the fun of using real people as templates. Especially those that you are close to. You know how they would react in a multitude of situations so you have a start for your fictional individual that is both real and grounded. But more than that, you can practice the ever enjoyable “what if” scenarios. What if Kait could speak to animals and follow the spirits of wanderlust? And how would that change her? What would stay the same?

Of course, these were early stories where I was a novice at character creation. I will admit that as time goes on I’ve relied less and less on real world templates and have developed my characters wholesale from my imagination. However, now and then, I’ll still pluck the technique if I’m in need of a quick side character that I don’t want to spend a lot of time developing. Or, as is the case here, if I need inspiration where I have no initial spark of creativity.

It was over the weekend when I was attending the first birthday of a friend’s child that I realized I have never written a character based on him. I’m not sure how that happened but as I was struck by that revelation, it did get me thinking. Now, I certainly don’t have any full ideas yet. However, I have a template for a character and oftentimes that’s all I need. What part of his personality will fuel my story? I don’t know. But that’s the fun of writing for me. It’s a practice of exploration and knowing who leads the adventure, even if I don’t know how they’ll lead, is often enough for the first outing.

There is one other element of my writing that I’ll be porting over to this November novel. I quite enjoy playing with expectation. In particular, I have fun turning the mundane into the exciting and the exciting into the mundane. For example, my Red Sabre novels follow a band of rail pirates. Yet though it sounds like a colourful life (and it is!) I also like to think how the day-to-day activities of their lives would exhibit. I don’t place the events of a Red Sabre novel around the height of their explosive adventures. Instead, their adventures grow out from typical problems whether that be finding food, employment, repairs or simply a place to relax after long days of travel. I like buttressing the grand vistas of a new world and the excitement of a gunfight with a glimpse into the actual work it takes to get there.

Likewise, I enjoy playing with things in the inverse. Several of my stories follow rather boring people doing boring things with their lives. That is until everything is upended up the extraordinary. My Middle School Can’t Be This Haunted and Never Ever After are probably the best examples of these janitors turned main attractions. Sophie Caroll in Never Ever After is a girl who works at a laundromat. Her favourite thing in the world is a trashy B-tier television show. She has no skills. She has no great friends. She mostly is spinning her wheels until her life ends. That is, of course, until a school of fish burst from one of her washing machines and a talking red panda convinces her to tumble through a modern wardrobe into a world of crazy creatures and landscapes.

So a young, new father puttering away with his job is definitely something I will play with. And I think this pairs well with the urban fantasy genre. Course, now I have to consider what actually makes my urban fantastical and decide whether I want to take this story more into a mystery or a horror direction. Considering that really I have a likely audience of one for this project, however, I’m more apt to make this a mystery. Plus, it will give me more mystery writing practice.

And, at the end of the day, this is largely practice.

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NaNoWriMo Prep #1

So, with today being the first day of October, Kait actually suggested that I do a little series of blog posts detailing my preparation I do for NaNoWriMo.

For those who don’t know what Nano is, it stands for National Novel Writing Month. I was made aware of this auspicious occasion many years back when Derek introduced me to the concept. He actually wanted to participate one year and, having failed in prior attempts, thought bringing in a friend would be the motivation to take him across the finish line.

It wasn’t.

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The Clockwork Caterpillar started off as a National Novel Writing Month project. How far we’ve come!

However, it got me into the process. So, the gist behind National Novel Writing Month is to get people writing. You have a full month to get 50,000 words to paper, word document, reed scrolls, human skin or whatever other material you like to use. And if there is one thing I learned from Felicia, in order to hone your craft you must constantly be practicing. So, I have found a lot of success and use for the NaNo competition. First, I have beaten it for… well… a number of years running now. And I certainly can feel the difference in my writing if, for nothing else, the 1,666 words a day limit is no longer daunting. I can still recall struggling until the late hours of the morning trying to hit my word count. Now, NaNo is more of a little vacation. If… vacationing was still work but just less stressful.

See, I like to use my November writing month to take on a project that’s less serious. These are my experimental stories. Ideas that are a little outside of my comfort zone. They’re genres I haven’t attempted. They’re concepts that may not be really great. Since you never truly know if something is going to work until you give it a go. And, just sometimes, it yields value.

See, the first Red Sabre story was a NaNo project. And you can see how well that turned out by checking out my second Red Sabre novel, out today! Get it on Amazon, Kobo, Kindle and whatnot!

But I’ve also written other things that will never see the light of day. Like my zombie/Japanese/anime story which shall remain unnamed and never fully explained. I’ve also written silly super hero tales, murder mysteries, subversive classic fantasy and much more. It doesn’t really matter. It’s practice and mashing up genres is a great way to fertilize the creative grounds of one’s imagination.

And that gets to my first step of preparation: figuring out what on earth I’m going to write.

This sounds a little grander than it actually is. I’m a “panster” type writer so I really don’t have much of a plan when I start. But I do have an idea. My first step is to find that one kernel from which everything is going to grow. Sometimes, it is after a conversation with Kait about story starters or ideas. Sometimes it’s a strange dream. Sometimes it’s because I’ve read something grossly disappointing and I’d like to take my own stab at it.

But what if you don’t have an initial starting idea? Whenever I get a flash of inspiration, I try to write that idea down and let it germinate in the back of my mind. Well, this year (like some prior years), I don’t really have anything germinating. I’ve got a couple of projects on the go but none of them are really NaNo material.

Besides, this can give me something to blog about. So, how do you create a story idea?

Focus on something that interests you. You are your first audience. If you, as the writer, have no motivation for the story then it’s going to be nigh impossible to finish. So, my first starting place would be asking myself one important question:

What kind of story do I want to tell?

There’s a plethora of genres out there. And just because you specialize in one doesn’t mean that you can’t explore others. Even if nothing else interests you, there’s a lot of subgenres that you can plumb. So, do I want to write a Sci-Fi story? Do I want to try something a little different? Honestly, the language of Red Sabre can get a bit ponderous and I do enjoy being able to throw myself fully into modern diction. So I would like to do something either modern or futuristic. I don’t want to do a horror story so I can cross that option right out.

Now I know Kait is on a bit of an urban fantasy kick, so that could be fun. I’ve never read an urban fantasy to completion. I’m not really interested in doing an emotionally heavy, character driven story. This is NaNo after all. So the other big modern genre is mystery. I have taken a stab at a mystery story. The result was… mediocre. So there’s certainly room to grow there. However, there’s also futuristic mystery. And considering the only thing I’ve enjoyed about the few super hero movies I’ve seen recently is the detective element, it is a consideration.

Alternatively, speculative fiction is all about commenting on modern issues by recontextualizing problems to examine them in a different light. It would be remiss to ignore the recent conversation about the glorification of police officers and the lack of scrutiny on their procedures to simply write yet another stock standard crime drama. On the other hand, writing a mystery that does not have the main character as a police officer could be interesting. It’s a fairly large trope in mystery and best highlighted by the Maltese Falcon.

Also, by setting the principle investigator as a non-civil servant can broaden the type of mystery I could explore. I’ve gone on some rants about how Lovecraftian fiction does not fit well outside of its time period. But what sort of otherworldly mystery could be done in a modern setting?

Yes, I think I may look at doing an urban fantasy mystery novel. Now that I’ve prepared my genre, it’s time to start considering general ideas and characters!

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Where Goes the Snow Beneath the Lights of the Boreal

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Aurora Borealis by Frederic Edwin Church (1865).

So it’s been some time, hasn’t it? The astute amongst us will have noticed that it is December now. Which means we’ve just come through November. As such, I have finished the NaNoWriMo Challenge. For those unfamiliar with NaNo (short for National Novel Writing Month), it is an online self challenge to try and write a whole novel in a month. I participate in two of their events: the official NaNo challenge in November and Camp NaNo which is a practice month to work on just about anything.

It’s a great little experience and the official version is pretty serene. You have a set target of 50,000 words in one month which works out to 1,666 words a day. It’s reasonable even for those with busy schedules but still a feat so you feel accomplished at the end. Over my time doing the challenge, I’ve found that I’ve become quite adept at it and that the original 50,000 target isn’t particularly onerous to meet. This year I did a bonus 11,000 words or so. But more than that, I choose to make the April Camp NaNo more challenging by setting a word target of 90,000 which is still quite a sprint for me.

At any rate, as a celebration of my return to regular posting behaviour, I thought I would share a random snippet from my story: raw and unedited. I just plucked this from my word document without rhyme or reason since I’m still a little confounded by the work. Usually my feelings about a project immediately after completion is a dizzy mixture of relief, disappointment and confusion. I’m never quite certain how I ended up where I did or even whether I like what I’ve just done. That’s why I put a couple of months between drafts and editing so that I can let the project simmer on the back-burner and all my failed ideas that didn’t make it or work like I planned can fade from my thoughts so I can see the results for what they are.

And since my NaNo stories are typically more experimental since it’s only a modest 50,000 target, I rarely have much planning going into the venture so the results are usually very unexpected.

For this story, I wanted to write some general fiction about a woman going missing in the far Canadian north. The story doesn’t really focus on the woman herself but the three people affected the most about it. Their reactions to her disappearance are quite varied but they each have their own convoluted story to tell about her life. I wanted to give that sense of how it’s impossible to predict the impact we have on each other’s lives and, in the case of these three individuals, the impact a person can have even without meeting them.

So we’re going to take an early peek into the troubles the investigating officer faces when the story of the missing tourist Yuki Ogasawara first starts to break.

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Charlie had never seen a press conference. Well, he’d never seen one in person. He’d seen a lot on tv. He’d even given a mock one at police academy. Course, the expectation was that the media correspondent would take care of them. Whiteriver wasn’t large enough to warrant a media correspondent. Janice seemed quite happy to take the position however.

One person who wasn’t happy with it, though, was Sergeant Sheppard.

“Didn’t I tell you that I thought there was no warrant for raising alarm!” Sheppard growled from his desk.

“Yes, sir.”

“But you went ahead and called for one anyway? This was supposed to be a simple case, Charlie. Now you’ve bunged it all up!”

“I’m sorry, sir. But I felt, given the information presented to me, that it needed escalating.”

“But you didn’t want to share that information with me?”

“I… tried!” Charlie gulped. He knew he was in hot water. He felt like he was in hot water. He wasn’t even certain why. Though he had more sympathy for the frog in the pot. He pulled on his collar aware that no amount of airflow would cool his neck.

“This will instill paranoia, Charlie. And for what? We don’t even know that the woman is missing. There’s been no contact with a relative. No confirmation that she isn’t home safe and sound. We don’t even know where her home is!”

“She’s from Japan, sir.”

“Japan! Not even a resident. You’re going to get people all worked up about a kidnapping over someone that probably just went back to her country!”

“I… never thought it was a kidnapping,” Charlie muttered.

“What’s that?”

“I don’t think the evidence points to a kidnapping.”

“Why is that?”

“Well there was no ransom…”

“And why would there be if she was a tourist?” Sergeant Sheppard asked. “Certainly if they were posting it to her address it would be all the way over in Japan, now wouldn’t it? And who would go so far to kidnap someone half a world away? And in Whiteriver no less? You know how many people live here-”

“Twenty-five thousand, sir.”

“-twenty-five thous- yes, that’s correct. There are deer herds out there larger than our community.”

“Is that true, sir?”

“What?”

“That there are larger deer herds?”

“I don’t know. I assume so. Probably out in the Maritimes. The point is, Charlie, we’re a quiet and civic little community. We like our tranquillity. It’s what draws people to come visit us. They want escape from the chaos of city living. And you’re disturbing their much deserved peace with these fanciful big city crime theories.”

“Well, it is a fact that Ms. Yuki has gone missing from her room where all her belongings were left,” Charlie said.

Sergeant Sheppard dismissed his point. “All we know is some foreigner skimped out on the bill. Could have forgotten to pay it. Maybe she swiped her phone at the door on the way out. Who knows with tourists sometimes. It’s possibly she thought she could pay online. How old did you say she was?”

“Forty, sir.”

“Forty? Hm…” Sergeant Sheppard chewed his graduation certificate on the wall with his eyes. “Regardless, the fact still remains that I’m chief officer here and I didn’t give you permission to assign Janice to-”

“Janice thought it was necessary too-”

“Janice isn’t lead on the investigation!” Sergeant Sheppard said. “And you trotting that poor girl before the press when she hasn’t had proper time to prepare-”

“I gave her all night to get ready.”

“One night? We haven’t set up a task force to deal with a missing person and you’re already assigning specific roles to people in the office?!”

Sheppard shook his head. He stopped Charlie short with a raised hand.

“More than anything I’m disappointed, Charlie. I had such high regard for you. You were such a promising officer with a lot of talent and much to offer-”

The soul burning moment was ended by a merciful knock at the door.

“Yes?”

“Sir, it’s about the Coast Fraser case.”

“Yes, we’re currently discussing that,” Sergeant Sheppard said, looking at Charlie. But Bradford didn’t leave.

“I think you might want to see this.”

He held up a paper. Charlie turned in his seat. In bold typeface was the name The Whiteriver Rapids. The leading story was quite an eye-grabber though the accompany picture of the Coast Fraser Hotel was hardly glamorous.

“What’s that?” Sergeant Sheppard asked.

“Today’s paper. The front story is about our investigation, I think. Titled Woman Missing from Whiteriver Hotel. I think it’s a little redundant. Why would the Whiteriver Rapids write about a woman missing from another town? Plus, you’ve got the Coast Fraser on the front but don’t mention it in the lead-in for the story. Seems like sloppy journalism.”

“How is this possible!” Sergeant Sheppard bellowed. “We haven’t even run our press conference!”

“Oh, they mention that,” Bradford says, pointing at font far too small for Charlie and Sheppard to read. “Said they reached out for comment from RCMP. Janice told them she would be making an announcement to the community shortly. The Rapids do really seem on top of things, don’t they?”

“Ok, ok,” Sergeant Sheppard waved Bradford from his office. He leaned back in his chair and let out a protracted sigh until the door closed. He looked at Charlie long and hard. Then he shook his head. “Well, guess it’s good that you went forward with this. Makes us look on top of things. So… good work, officer!”

“Thanks, staff sergeant.”

Sergeant Sheppard leaned forward in his chair. “But if we’re upgrading this to a missing persons, it’ll take high priority. I’m going to have to oversee your investigation, you understand. Run everything by me and I mean everything, understood? We can’t have wasted resources on fruitless searches. I need to sign off on it all.”

Charlie tried to keep his teeth from grinding.

“Yes, sergeant.”

Sergeant Sheppard thrummed his fingers on his desktop. “You’ve got a report of all developments so far?”

“It’s been one day.”

‘I’d like to see one by this afternoon.”

“Yes, sir.”

Sergeant Sheppard nodded to himself. “Alright. This can work.” He smiled. “I’m sure you’ll do great with this expanded responsibility.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Well, what are you waiting here for? You have work to do, don’t you?”

Charlie stood. “I’ll get to it right away.”

Sergeant Sheppard led Charlie to the door then closed it behind him.