Eh, whatever I'm doing it.
I started writing on that novel again. The first inklings of whatever this will be began back in 2001 when I was inspired by Rayman 2, a videogame I played on the Dreamcast. I was 14. It was an adventure story about collecting orbs to save the world, as you do.
Being a story one dreams up at 14 it's little surprise that the original incarnation no longer much resembles the story in my mind now that I'm 37. The main character changed three times, the world and focus is different, there's not an orb to be seen, but familiar names and faces, though not exactly the same, remain. Most stories don't survive that long in a person, not unless they grow up along with them. This is the rare one that did.
So this might be the culmination of myself and I really want to do a good job. There's an outline, I know where we're going though specifics along the way might surprise me. I just need to buckle down and try writing it. Again. Fifth or sixth time's the charm.
But really it does feel different this time. Like the train is moving and I'm actually on it. Like it will take a long time to get there, but that I will inevitably get there, a little bit at a time.
Preamble out of the way, what I actually did this week was write the prologue, which was based on a half remembered thing I wrote ten plus years ago that I lost to some data not being backed up properly, and the beginning of the first chapter. Some of that was recycled from an attempt to write this thing last year.
I still don't have a name that I like for this thing, or even a working title. Nothing feels right. But I have plenty of time to think about it. I'm writing this thing for me after all, I can afford to be choosy.
Next week I hope to get my main character off of the mountain and within striking distance of the city. So far no issues.
