of conceiving something (a novel?)
So apart from being busy at work, busy with (good) personal life changes and stuff, I have finally found my way back to actual writing. Not the scribbles I sometimes do or an occasional poem (gah!), but something that could be, umm, of some value.
It’s nothing big yet, not even grown to a zygotic stage yet, but yes.
It’s stemming one of my stories (actually, a series of stories) set on a bizarre&hazy SF world loosely based on Bible (it being one of the things I have never been comfortable with, even when I actually was a Christian). The story is named Chana (after the heroine, because I’m so original and creative), and I just typed it from my longhand-notebook. (Note to self: longhand is cool as long as you don’t want to show the thing to anybody else. For stories? Not so much.)
I am not sure I like the story. But I have the basic feel of the characters, and the mystery of this strange plane of existance with humans and lizards and the bloodless, and cyborgs and whatnot. I have the premise of the story, the grain of sand from which the story grows: an evil Buddha. Well, and evil Buddha-as-a-child.
I have his name, Newil. And the first line (one that will probably go away at the edits, but damn me if I’m going to think about edits now): “All the little living things should be cherished and preserved, for they are hard to duplicate.”
That’s a lot more than what I usually have when I’m thinking of starting something new, so I’m good.
(Also, I’ll have to have something to write on my long, long way to Finncon – it seems that I’ll be spending a full day on bus and ferry and train.)
