Sept the Seventh
All right, I’ll be the first to admit it: today was not nearly as productive as yesterday and the day before were. Good news and bad news? Sure.
Actually, nah. I’m tired. I watched a whole lot of Samurai Jack today, then proceeded to run around through the woods swinging a stick around like a sword to burn off all my excess energy… I’m not proud, but I’m not embarrassed, either. I’m just a ‘man, Journal, a human, one eccentric enough to write a novel about a fantasy world I made up as a tyke. My imagination is very overactive. ‘Tis what ‘tis.
Thank the lord nobody will ever read this LMFAO.
I will say, though, that I have the skeleton of my novel planned out. I’m’a list it here, to help myself remember it. While my mind isn’t quite fuzzy from the head injury anymore, it is definitely hazy from all the pot smoking I’ve done over the years – speaking of which, I still have no cravings for the herb. I find it funny how getting hit in the head straightened me out of addiction, this is literally goddamn hilarious – and my memory is certainly not what it used to be… if it was ever anything. I don’t really remember!
So anyway, the story is going to take place over the course of one week, but the days are going to be out of order for… literate effect? For storytelling effect? I don’t know, it just came to me like this. Seems like a good idea right now, I might change it though.
Anyway, here is the [current] skeleton of The Face of Fear:
- Sunday: First Night – Albey comes to the bigfoot cabin (past tense)
- Monday: Noises – Albey hears loud noises in the woods while he’s hunting or something, gets spooked (past tense)
- Wednesday: Research – Albey goes out into shallow woods to search for sign, finds nothing. Also digs through stuff in basement and learns all about survival and local wildlife, including bigfoot (present tense)
- Saturday: An Encounter – Albey catches up with Gobon, who teleports him to the area with the bigfoot cabin (past)
- Thursday: Findings – Albey ventures out farther and finds a lot of bigfoot sign (present)
- Tuesday: Conclusion – Albey spends most of the day hiding in the cabin (maybe this is when he digs through the basement, idk yet). He is afraid of whatever’s out there and failing at the survival thing, but at the end of the day he decides to be brave (like Iuqon and Ram’rl at Jericho Tower) and go looking for the source of his fears so he can face them and start looking for Gobon again (past)
- Friday: Last Night – Albey prepares for a fight against the bigfoots, and he gets one (present)
And that’s that! I think it’s going to fucking awesome, I’m so excited to properly explore The Hillside Commons. I might let the wolves of the Calla/Halla play a role, too. Might even do a prologue and an epilogue, but I’m not sure what they’d be about yet. I’m not sure about a lot, honestly. Like, is Albey going to survive? Are the bigfoots going to gank him, or will he cull the hair’ed masses? I DON’T KNOW! AHHHH!
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One of the most powerful things I’ve taken away from all my research in the creation of a novel is that, until it’s actually written, I will have no idea how it ends. Or how it begins, or how A leads to B, you feel me? Like, no matter how many notes I take and how much I plan this thing, nothing is certain until the actual work gets done. At first that discouraged me a little bit, made me doubt the necessity of step 2 of my patented novelwriting process, but the more I think about it the more it excites me. No matter how much I try to spoil the surprise for myself, the end will still surprise me. Because it’ll happen. A college flunky will actually put this awesome and original novel together, it’s going to be real, and I think that’ll be a surprise enough for everybody. Myself included.
Woah, that’s not to say I don’t believe in myself, but it’s like… it’s the same thing with not smoking weed all the time. I can talk all the shit I want, but as long as I’m still loading that pipe (rest in peace The Peace Piece, strictly joints from now on) I haven’t stopped smoking.
So let me take my notes, they can only help me. I’ve never had any formal training in fiction writing and this is my first long-form fiction project, it’s foolish to think I can just start typing and get all the way through it. Do I wish I got more done today? Sure. But there’s always tomorrow. Not like I have shit else to do, hah!
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‘Man, these keep getting longer and longer. I sit down with the intention of writing like, ten lines total, and suddenly I’m staring down at a filled page. Definitely not a bad thing – when I’m finally ready to give The Face of Fear its second line, the words are going to pour like a torrential rainstorm. And I can’t fucking wait.
Say thankya, Journal. ‘Preciate ya, I really do. Good sleeps and good dreams~
Hello Commons, this has been the next journal entry from Untitled Bigfoot Project, a novel about a writer who writes a novel about bigfoot.
Untitled Bigfoot Project is part of the Third Spiral, an anthology of sorts called The Here and Now which is comprised of stories told from the various planes of Existence.
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