Monday, July 16, 2012

Hitting new milestones

I'm still going full speed ahead on my space opera and having so much fun I don't want to stop. So I'm not. Being unagented and unpublished still gives me a lot of freedom in which projects I can work on. It's nice and right now I'm enjoying it.

Yesterday I hit another magic milestone. 80,000 words. More precisely, 80,240 when I quit for the evening. I have a plan for what comes next in getting this thing out and I'm excited about it.

One of the difficulties in writing about aliens, even when they're humanoid, is showing people what's in my head. Thankfully I have a huge science fiction TV library to pull alien images from.

This picture is the Face of Boe, from Doctor Who. It's also pretty much what the people of my hero's race look like. Minus the ancient, scaly skin and tentacles coming out of his head. Also, my hero's race have bodies. The Face of Boe does not. He's just a floating head.

You'll have to forgive Boe for looking so bad. He's only several million years old in this particular picture from the episode Gridlock.

For nearly six weeks it drove me crazy trying to remember what alien inspired my hero's face. When I finally remembered I felt a little dumb, since I've devoured all 83 episodes of the Doctor Who reboot and am now working through Torchwood and have had multiple arguments with my sister about exactly when Jack Harkness becomes the Face of Boe, or the Face of Boe became Jack.

My humanoid aliens are also telepathic. Coincidentally, so is the Face of Boe. Or maybe not so coincidentally. With all the science fiction I've absorbed in nearly 30 years of being alive it's really a miracle it took this long to start showing up in my writing.

It's all David Tennant's fault. That's my line and I'm sticking to it.

Friday, July 6, 2012

On getting lost

I'm so lost in my space opera nothing else matters. I haven't curated my costume collection in at least a month now. The time I used to spend on Tumblr is now spent writing. And I'm not ready to change it.

For most of 2010 I felt lost. In a very bad way. A fog and months of emotional trauma I hope to never go through again. Writing has always been my outlet, and it dried up. I've never been much of a journaler, and though everyone kept telling me I needed to do it, I couldn't. It was too much.

I thought last February had been a big breakthrough. And it was. But it's nothing compared to this. 64,366 words since May 16th. Not counting what I've written since I wrote this up yesterday afternoon.

If you'd told me ten years ago I'd be totally lost in writing a space opera, I'd have laughed at you. Despite the fact Farscape was still on the air and dictated our Friday night schedule.

The closest relationship I can find for my historical romance and my science fiction is the whole lost cultures thing. When I'm writing HR, I love writing about cultures we have difficulty imagining. Like antebellum plantation life or the sunset of Imperial Russia. In my SF, I've created an entire race who had their past taken from them as punishment for a crime they didn't commit. After two thousand years they finally have the strength to fight to get it back.

I suppose I'm not really lost. But I am having more fun than I ever thought possible.