Inverse Thinking
NaNoWriMo 07. Woohoo.
This story does not yet have a title. I resent having to give it one.
For anyone who sees the correlation between this and Reflect, my fanfic work, its because I figured that approaching NaNo with a format (and characters templates) that I had confidence in would make me enjoy the process more, and consequently the story, and as such I'll write more faster. So yeah. (I noticed the weird typo 'more faster...' but the real question is, did you?)
But the stories themselves are completely different. So do enjoy, and I implore you to leave comments, positive and negative.
Contents
prologue
I. .prewriting
II. .prerequisites
III. .preemption
story
1 (link)
2 (link)
Alex's third letter (coming soon)
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.prewriting
False.
You see, more often than not a single word is infinitely more powerful than the harangues of description most would use in its place. It invokes a single, easily deciphered emotion as opposed to a jumble of feelings that leave little wake as they pass by. What does it matter, dear reader, if he was tall and handsome? If he was neither? Why say this in the most grandiose of prose possible? Writing is for communication.
For those who persist in caring despite my objections, he was not tall, nor particularly good-looking (and possibly to some not good-looking at all). But is this superficial point, in the end, what attracts one person to another? Is this what, particularly in the blindness that is a written account, creates a bond between one being and another?
I think not. This said, I give you that word and leave you to meditate on it: what exactly makes someone so? Naturally it is not the only trait he held, but it is quite central to the background of this tale, your prologue.
The other one, though, merits the word, ‘there.’ It is an adjective, demonstrative for those who are that particular, and that it was he was. He was somewhere, floating in a sea of insecurity, masked by a face of pugnaciousness. He found he was most himself wherever he was not, and wherever he was he disliked. This, as you could well imagine, makes for a very unsettling state of mind. As such, he tended to go through bouts of both wanderlust and inertia.
Some may believe in it, but your narrator does not give much credence to the idea of finding oneself, and neither did he. It almost seems like a cop-out, really. Where you are, from whence you come… it is all part of identity. This is why, it is believed, most who journey for identity end up going home. So, my most treasured patron, why not just stay home?
It is all irrelevant in the end I suppose. All that is important is that you meditate on what they are, because what someone is very much shapes their stories. Run through your mind all the possibilities, and look closely for inconsistencies. For now, your story begins.
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NaNoWriMo 07. Woohoo.
This story does not yet have a title. I resent having to give it one.
For anyone who sees the correlation between this and Reflect, my fanfic work, its because I figured that approaching NaNo with a format (and characters templates) that I had confidence in would make me enjoy the process more, and consequently the story, and as such I'll write more faster. So yeah. (I noticed the weird typo 'more faster...' but the real question is, did you?)
But the stories themselves are completely different. So do enjoy, and I implore you to leave comments, positive and negative.
Contents
prologue
I. .prewriting
II. .prerequisites
III. .preemption
story
1 (link)
2 (link)
Alex's third letter (coming soon)
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.prewriting
False.
You see, more often than not a single word is infinitely more powerful than the harangues of description most would use in its place. It invokes a single, easily deciphered emotion as opposed to a jumble of feelings that leave little wake as they pass by. What does it matter, dear reader, if he was tall and handsome? If he was neither? Why say this in the most grandiose of prose possible? Writing is for communication.
For those who persist in caring despite my objections, he was not tall, nor particularly good-looking (and possibly to some not good-looking at all). But is this superficial point, in the end, what attracts one person to another? Is this what, particularly in the blindness that is a written account, creates a bond between one being and another?
I think not. This said, I give you that word and leave you to meditate on it: what exactly makes someone so? Naturally it is not the only trait he held, but it is quite central to the background of this tale, your prologue.
The other one, though, merits the word, ‘there.’ It is an adjective, demonstrative for those who are that particular, and that it was he was. He was somewhere, floating in a sea of insecurity, masked by a face of pugnaciousness. He found he was most himself wherever he was not, and wherever he was he disliked. This, as you could well imagine, makes for a very unsettling state of mind. As such, he tended to go through bouts of both wanderlust and inertia.
Some may believe in it, but your narrator does not give much credence to the idea of finding oneself, and neither did he. It almost seems like a cop-out, really. Where you are, from whence you come… it is all part of identity. This is why, it is believed, most who journey for identity end up going home. So, my most treasured patron, why not just stay home?
It is all irrelevant in the end I suppose. All that is important is that you meditate on what they are, because what someone is very much shapes their stories. Run through your mind all the possibilities, and look closely for inconsistencies. For now, your story begins.
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