Sunday, June 12, 2011

SocNoc, Day 12

Today's Wordcount: 2,526
Total Wordcount: 29,141
(includes the part written before SocNoc - 4143 words)
Percentage: 49.9%

Short post cos I'm tired and it's cold and I need to get some sleep.

Extract: (lemur fight!)

The fidgetty, brown lemur took a step back. Lunged. Aurelia met him. She had a great deal of practise wrestling with lemurs. Sharp claws or not – she would show him she could fight too. She dodged the slash and hurtled herself at the dark creature, using her weight to her advantage. His claws grazed her, but failed to penetrate her thick fur. She nipped his shoulder, kicked him in the shin and grappled him in a rough hug. He bit back, teeth slicing across her cheek. She cuffed him across the face, hard and pushed him away from her. He stumbled and fell to the ground. Aurelia bounded forward and sat on him.

What do you want with these?” She asked again.

The lemur made no answer. So she cuffed him across the cheek. She could feel her blood running through her fur, taste it with her tongue.

Who are you? What species?”

Still no answer. His small body was trembling beneath her. She bared her teeth “Tell me, or I bite.”

Mijifajifa,” he whimpered. “I'm a boenga.”

Saturday, June 11, 2011

SocNoc, Day 11 - the importance of writing dialogue

Today's Wordcount: 2,110
Total Wordcount: 26,938
(includes the part written before SocNoc - 4143 words)
Percentage: 45.6%

Writing Dialogue
is something that is essential in every story. According to a "writing for children" course I took, and passed with flying colours*, a large percentage - something like 66%** of the story should be dialogue.

Although I am not entirely sure about this, there is one thing I know about - it is a GREAT way to bring up your word count!

So... If you're reading back over your stories and you've found a passage that says something like:
"...and then Karazana and Manjoretra finally talked about the child they had together but had died in infancy."*** (18 words)

And write it up as the actual conversation:

(for those of you that have just picked up from here, Karazana is foster mother to Aurelia, having lost her own son soon after birth. Manjoretra, is currently helping them out. Until this point it has not been revealed that Manjo was in fact her one-time mate ****

Karazana whirled on him, flashing her teeth. “What do you know,” she growled, “you're not Aurelia's father.”

"No,” he said, dropping back a few paces and bowing his head in submission. “But you're not her mother, either.”

"I'm not anyone's mother,” she said, shoulders slumping and ears drooping.

Manjoretra nuzzled his cheek against hers. “I'm sorry, Kara,” he said. “I guess I wasn't the right choice. Maybe on your next mating day you'll make a better one.”

(and then some more stuff and conversation happens)

“There has been such a sadness in you, since he died,” he said, licking her nose. “I wish you'd come to me for comfort. I mourn him too.”

Succesfully writing dialogue can be difficult and some folks struggle with it. There are several things to remember:

~ don't write how people really talk

In general human conversation, there are a number of "um"s and "er"s and also people have the tendency to run off on tangents. I had a conversation the other day with an older lady that started with me asking her if she needed help finding a book and ended up discussing earthquakes. This is fairly typical in Christchurch at the moment, but not in your story, the speakers should stay on topic as much as possible or only digress if it is relevant to the plot. So if you want to end up with your characters discussing earthquakes then there should have been or will be one somewhere in your story.

~ Use Adverbs sparingly.
This is something you should do in general (although they do bring up the wordcount). Some authors believe all adverbs should be killed on sight. Adverbs DO have their purpose, but only if they actually enhance the verb.

Compare this:
"I'm tired," John said, wearily.
"But I'm not," Jane said, happily. "Shall we play again?"
"Oh for goodness sake Jane, I want to go to bed," John said, angrily.
"Oh, very well, then go," Jane replied, sulkily.

With this:
"I'm tired," John yawned.
"But I'm not," Jane declared. "Shall we play again?"
"Oh for goodness sake Jane, I want to go to bed," John grumbled.
"Oh, very well, then go," Jane snapped.

So, it's still not good writing, but at least it's an improvement.
My basic rule with adverbs is, take it out. Read the sentence, if it still means exactly the same thing, then you can safely leave it out. For example: Read the sentence, if it still means the same thing, then you can leave it out.

~ Read your story aloud
Preferably when there is no one else home, otherwise your flatmates might look at your strangely and call in the men in white suits. This is a good way to get the feel of the conversation.

~ Be consistent
If your character speaks in a crude-ish tongue, make sure she doesn't start speaking very formally in the next conversation unless it's appropriate to the plot/character.

~ Incorporate actions with words
"I'm hungry," John grumbled. "I've had nothing to eat since breakfast."
to:
"I'm hungry." John rubbed his belly. It felt hollow, like a deflated balloon. "I've had nothing to eat since breakfast."

To write dialogue you need to know your character's personality and let it shine through the words. Any author should know their characters inside and out, front and back. If you know them well, then you will know how they will react to certain situations. But sometimes they will surprise you.

Aurelia has surprised me for example - she was supposed to be a relatively minor character, despite being the main pivot-point of the plot, but now she has forced herself to the front, pushed her way into the action and demands most of the screen time. Aurelia is outspoken, and forthright - if she wants to know something, she'll just out and ask (a bit like Aroha). She's also quite prone to interrupting when others are speaking, but that's just because she's young and has always had her curiosity indulged.

I am contemplating having her captured by slave traders in the next few chapters. That should liven up the plot a bit. Hrm... maybe that's how I can introduce Danyel, the drunkard ruffed lemur...


~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

* okay, so it wasn't graded, but I did do all the assignments and they seemed to like my stories

** the younger the child, the more dialogue you're supposed to include. Although this applies to chapter books, not picture books. It's apparently very much more
show than tell when the characters do all the telling!

*** Probably not the best example because this is quite a complicated situation, although it does mean I can tie it in with what I've written today and thus make the example today's extract as well.

**** Ring-tailed lemurs mate once a year and do not form long-term partnerships. The male plays little part in rearing the kit.

Friday, June 10, 2011

Socnoc, Day 10

Today's Wordcount: 2,399
Total Wordcount: 24, 549
(includes the part written before SocNoc - 4143 words)
Percentage: 40.8%

When you wake up in the wee small hours of your day off and you like in bed, and the plot of your story fills your head... That is when it is wonderful to be a writer. Today as I lay in bed, pondering my next few pages I found myself unable to sleep and had to get up and write. over 2k words written before shower and breakfast!

Then my mother came over and I spent the rest of the day working on art so that I could finish listening to an audio book that is due to expire tomorrow. Still, I am well up on the wordcount - should be 50% by tomorrow, I reckon. Unless it turns into a lovely sunny day and we decide to go for a walk in our earthquake ravaged city.

So, what happened today? Well our strange little cast of heroes hopped into an outrigger canoe with a maki called Manjoretra (which means "sensible") who seems to have some sort of previous relationship with Karazana. Relationship not yet revealed, but should be easy enough to figure out. And Chike got to tell the story of his past. Not sure what will happen next - maybe they will camp on the shore and be kidnapped by brown lemurs, or possibly face attack by a crocodile. Maybe a storm, but as they're currently inside a reef, they're pretty safe there.

There will be NO earthquakes in this novel. Apparently they don't get earthquakes in Madagascar, although they do have a word for earthquake -horohoron-tany.

For reference for my Malagasy words I have a phrasebook and also am using this site here.

Also, for anyone that is actually following this blog, I am scheduled to have it featured on the Kiwi's Unite webpage on the 13th June. Except that it seems to be up there now - so tomorrow I might write up a proper instructional post on "writing dialogue" cos I reckon about 70% of my novel is dialogue! My characters just won't stop talking...

So, here's an extract (Chike tells his story):

As you know,” the vervet began, “I am a monkey from the mainland – one of the vervet tribe. My family make their home in the acacia woods not far from the channel. They rarely ever venture from the trees, because life on the mainland is much more dangerous than here. There are snakes..”

We have snakes here,” Aurelia interrupted.

Not like these ones,” he continued. “The snakes are massive, and some of them spit poison. There are also giant birds that snatch us from the sky...”

Eagles,” Aurelia said. “We've got them too.”

And,” he continued on, ignoring her, “dangerous cats. Great spotted ones called leopards that climb the trees and chase us, and sandy brown ones that wait for us to touch the ground.”

We have fossa,” Aurelia interjected. “And mongooses* and eagles and...” She ran out of dangerous creatures. “Mongooses are scary,” she concluded. “I gotten bitten by one, see? And I've only heard about fossa but I really, really, really don't want to meet one. They're massive and golden and chase lemurs through the trees and gobble them up.”

Chike rose his eyebrows at her. “Who is telling the story, little one?” He asked. “Me or you?”

You,” Aurelia looked a little embarrassed at his gentle scolding. “Sorry.” She closed her mouth.

* The plural of mongoose IS mongooses, not mongeese or mongoose.

Midsummer Knight's Quest

Currently the novel is in the process of being editted, but here are some illustrations of the characters I rustled up recently:

Hemlock in juvenile and adult form.


Butterscotch the brownie


Stoatbane, the pixie warrior


Gruff, the Troll

Thursday, June 9, 2011

SocNoc, Day 9

Today's Wordcount: 756
Total Wordcount: 22,133
(includes the part written before SocNoc - 4143 words)
Percentage: 36%

Long work day + tiredness means not a lot of words written today. Still, I have progressed the plot a little bit and have several things to consider.

1. This story has no commercial potential. Due to certain elements in the plot, it may be considered culturally offensive to some people*. As I do not wish to offend anyone, I will not be making it publically available after its completion. Although I may make it privately available (ie: you have to acquire it through me). By changing some of the words, I could likely elimate these problems and I probably will on the re-write. Should I ever get it finished in the first place.

2. I need to invent a religion. Or do I? There is an irony with having monkeys filling the role of "missionaries" is not lost on me. However, unless I want to commit blasphemy along with my other crimes, I cannot have them spouting Christian doctrine. They need to be ambassadors of a different kind. At present they have come to the island to teach the natives (the lemurs) how to read and write and possibly propose trade. Is this enough? Quite probably. Do monkeys need religion?

Controversy - good or bad? There have been a number of novels out there subtly (and not so subtly) tending towards Christianity (or against it). This novel is not - as it stands - implying anything particularly religious - there is no Aslan, for example. The clash of the two cultures - the lemur's spiritual leanings and the monkey's more practical approach to things, are not the main focus of the plot. More a side plot.

* I am not quite sure how the Malagasy people will take to me creating an alternate of their world where they are replaced by lemurs and also making (mis)use of their language, especially where it relates to things of a spiritual nature - such as their razana (ancestral spirits). I have also made use of a number of Malagasy placenames, although I have shortened the most well known one - Antananarivo to the simpler and more pronounceable "Narivo."

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

SocNoc, day 8

Today's Wordcount: 2,702
Total Wordcount: 21,118
(includes the part written before SocNoc - 4143 words)
Percentage: 34%

Story is coming along nicely and getting to the point where it is starting to haunt my waking moments and fill me with the constant and unresistable urge to write. I love that feeling. It is a compulsion and one I sometimes feel when I am particularly enthused with an art project as well. Today I have killed off a character, and set up the plot so that the main "adventuring" party has a place to go. They will consist of a vervet monkey, a ringtailed lemur and a young silky sifaka. I am considering that their route will take them first up the west coast of the island (by boat, so they might have a male ringtail along to sail it), and then up through a delta with the final destination being the Tsingy. Me thinks I shall soon have to do a stylised map of my island-that-is-not-quite-Madagascar but might as well be. I have yet to give the island a name, but for the most part I am using Malagasy place names for the parts of it, albeit bastardising them somewhat. I have named the capital city "Narivo". I do not want to call it "Antanarivo" because I do not want the actual city - in all its sprawling, messy, polluted glory tainting my alternative realisation. Basically, I have given the forest back to Madagascar. Since my people are all lemurs and more-or-less live in the landscape, not changing it to their views, there is no reason why so much of it would be a barren, desolate wasteland.

Also, I have introduced Mephistopheles and Queen Ranavalona into the plot - as you can see in this extract below.

Extract:

Ranavalona looked up, her golden eyes blazing deep into Mephistopheles' soul. His heart skipped a beat.

The kit lives,” she said. “You lied.”

Her advisor opened his mouth to deny the accusation. Thought better of it. Closed it. He hung his head and his huge ears dropped. “I am sorry,” he said. “It appears my interpretations were inaccurate.”

Yes,” said the Queen. “It appears they were. Come here, Mephistopheles.” She returned the bird to its perch and motioned him over. He moved reluctantly and stood beside her. Shivered as she put her hand on his shoulder and guided him towards the edge of the pavillion. He gulped at the sheer cliff that fell away beneath them, the sharp rocks and jagged trees that waited at its foot.

Do you remember Hunter Berangere?” She asked.

Mephistopheles gulped and nodded.

Do you remember her final mission?”

He nodded again.

What was it?”

She was pursuing the wench, Solange.” He said. “But she was lazy. She sent out her hunting pack, but failed to follow them, preferring instead to engage in an afternoon siesta. They caught the quarry, but she was not there to nulify it and thus the wench escaped.”

Exactly,” the Queen said. She ran her long fingers down her advisor's triangular face. “And do you remember her fate?”

Mephistopheles stared down the sheer cliff, at the exposed red rock, worn by wind and rain. It looked a little like blood.

Yes,” he said. “I do.”

Well then,” she flicked her finger hard against his pointed chin. “You would do well to remember it. Think on it next time, when you decide to omit the truth from your words. Now, begone. I need to speak to Hunter Noir. Will you summon him to my pavillion, please. And ask him to bring his special pet.”

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

SocNoc, day 7

Today's Wordcount: 1,804
Total Wordcount: 18,445
(includes the part written before SocNoc - 4143 words)
Percentage: 28.6%

I have a sneaking suspicion that this is going to be a very long novel. I'm over quarter of the way into the 50k challenge and my party of heroes have yet to even leave home. Still, won't be long now - I'm setting that up nicely. And my characters are spending a fair amount of time bickering.

Also just placed an order for the "BBC: Madagascar DVD". It's Zone 2, which means I get to have all the fun of trying to work out how to make my DVD player change zone (it's a bit of a fiddle) but I am too impatient to wait until it is released in NZ. Plus I have purchased it plus 2 cds - for less than $60 NZ. And we wonder why the local retail market is collapsing... Anyhow, the dvd would be good for research. Also, looking through my photographs of our amazing holiday in Madagscar. So I might as well liven up this post with some photographs, instead of an extract.


Spiny forest of Ifaty, South-east Madagascar - where this story begins.


Verraeux's sifaka - this could be Matthieu. Or his sister, Celeste.


Ringtail lemurs (maki) - Karrazana and Reniko, maybe? Except that this setting is somewhat less natural than those found in the book.

The two lemur pictures were taken at Berenty, where lemurs fall from the trees, although they also live in Ifaty, we failed to see any in our time spent there. In Berenty we had them in our cabin and on our roof. It was wonderful!