{"id":6001,"date":"2022-04-30T20:54:16","date_gmt":"2022-05-01T03:54:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.dresan.com\/blog\/?p=6001"},"modified":"2022-04-30T20:54:19","modified_gmt":"2022-05-01T03:54:19","slug":"viiictory-thirty-two-times","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dresan.com\/blog\/2022\/04\/30\/viiictory-thirty-two-times\/","title":{"rendered":"Viiictory, Thirty-Two Times"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Well, after a long hard month and many ups and downs, I have successfully completed Camp Nanowrimo<\/a>, one of the three yearly National Novel Writing Month challenges to write 50,000 words of a novel in a month – and this is my 32nd time claiming viiictory!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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This was one of the more challenging Nanos for me, as April is our quarterly planning month, and on top of that we decided to switch managers within our team and to switch to semester planning in our org. So that led to a dip in the beginning, where it was hard for me to get my groove.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The blood on the deck continued almost to the end of Camp Nano. This month’s project was my third go at JEREMIAH WILLSTONE AND THE FLYING GARDENS OF VENUS, and I found it particularly difficult to get momentum as the story is more complicated than normal, with a new protagonist Puck taking center stage in addition to Jeremiah. You can see the dip compared to past Nanos:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I felt like I was struggling and stumbling with the story, writing and rewriting scenes, trying out different alternates (I count these as words written; editing can come later). However, as I rolled into the end of the month, these struggles started to pay off, as I understood better what was up with Puck, why so many weird things happened around her, and what role they played in the story.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Over the years of doing Nano, I’ve reached this particular point of the enterprise many times – a point which I sometimes call “going off the rails”. This is the point where the story seems to gel, and I think it happens when I go from exploring the logical consequences of a set of characters in a situation – which is where I start almost all of my writing – to creatively injecting things into the story that could not be predicted from its beginnings. These still need to be grounded in the plot and consistent with the characters, but there’s a difference between the things you typically expect to happen in a scenario and truly creative innovations which cannot be predicted from the setting alone – what the Mythcreants writing team calls Novelty in their ANTS framework<\/a> (Attachment, Novelty, Tension and Satisfaction).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Over almost 20 years, I’ve had this creative spark, this “going off the rails” many, many times, and stories always seem better for it. I have tackled 16 Nanowrimos so far out of 34 monthly challenges (also counting Camp Nano and Script Frenzy) and have successfully completed it 32 times. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Each time for me, it’s facing those middling slumps, facing the places where I’ve fallen out of love with my own story, that ultimately kickstart my creativity into high gear and make me fall in love with my work again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That happened this time, even though I wanted to give up. I know Nano doesn’t work for everyone, so your mileage may vary, but for me, as I’ve often found in other arenas of my life, you sometimes have to work just a little bit harder than you want to to reach an outcome which is far better than you have any right to expect. That was true with Cinnamon, originally a side character in the first Dakota Frost about whom I have now drafted three novels, and it is turning out to be true here with Puck as well, the Girl Who Could Wish, now turning into a truly interesting twist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh, an excerpt. Let me see if I have some rough draftiness lying around here …<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s an ecosystem,\u201d Puck murmured. \u201cThere\u2019s a whole ecosystem in the floatbergs\u2014\u201d<\/p>

One of the jellyfloats wandered under one of the falls, and screamed, terrifyingly human-like, as it steamed and melted\u2014and then Puck realized what the liquid was: sulfuric acid. This was an upper-atmosphere floatberg, its engineered bacteria designed to harvest sulfuric acid from the air\u2014and as the floatberg disintegrated, the collected sulfuric acid which had not been processed was now spilling out in uncontrolled streams, destroying whatever had inhabited this cavern.<\/p>

\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d Puck said to her little audience. \u201cI \u2026 I think it\u2019s too late.\u201d<\/p>

One of the bigger parakeys, with a crest, hopped up on her knee.<\/p>

\u201cIs that a vest?\u201d she said, touching a bit of what looked like cloth. \u201cYou \u2026 you can\u2019t be intelligent creatures, now can you? How could you start a whole civilization up here? Floatbergs only go back a few hundred years, and they don\u2019t last for more than months, maybe weeks\u2014\u201d<\/p>

The parakey chieftain, if that\u2019s what it was, cheeped at her.<\/p>

Puck drew a breath.<\/p>

\u201cI wish this cave could be saved,\u201d she said carefully. The crowd of parakeys cheeped and beeped, and the chieftain pawed at her and cheeped even louder, like a little screech, and she relented. \u201cAlright, a proper, non-conditional wish this time. I wish this cave would<\/em> be\u2014\u201d<\/p>

The bottom dropped out from beneath them.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Poor Puck! She can’t seem to cut a break. But at least I know who and what she is now, and how she’s related to Jeremiah, and can therefore move forward with this story with confidence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Prevail, Victoriana!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

-the Centaur<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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