Saturday, February 27, 2021

365 Day's Writing in the Void: prompt 1 (WTS)

This prompt comes from the cover of the book.

Write the story: Time Travel.

Include the following in your story:

*seven *constellation *guitar *shipwreck *fury

not sure what to do with seven, shipwreck? Starship? Light glinting off a metal hull on a sandy beach, angry kicking, cursing dirty rag, and slinging a wrench giving a report.

Constellation some kind of star chart? Unexplored part of space? Hired? Were they on the job and hit something, and now they don't know where they are? They see a constellation no one has ever seen before on their map, but now they've wrecked and don't know what to do?

Are there seven of them, or were there seven of them, and now there aren't anymore? Does someone play the guitar? It might be useful to pass the time, so now we need a crew to deal with this shipwreck marooned on a planet they don't know where the hell they are or where they've been; oh, I forgot about the time travel that might be fun maybe it's not that it isn't a constellation that they haven't seen it's that it is from a when that is no longer there. 

Did something happen that destroyed part of the solar system... earth. That might be fun. Marooned in the sea on earth. In a broken starship, they need to fix it, and a pirate ship sails by, or some nonsensical thing like that to liven up the mood. 

So, seven crew are they all people, or at least humanoid...?

Not sure this is sort of fun. I can picture a guy with a greasy face, kind of young silver hair, a little angry but not really showing it more annoyed than anything. He doesn't like to be bothered chuck his wrench into the tool chest mostly because someone else in the crew is up in his face and arguing about how long the repairs will take. Him saying that it will take until they can work out how to make a replacement meant for whatever part in the engine is broken. The captain is a little more level-headed. 

A little scampy scout of a creature loopy braids pigtail baggy clothes pouches and various bags strapped to her with different equipment needed to scout like binoculars type deals.

1) Captian (Gavin Ang m), Hard dark eyes could convey any emotions with the briefest of looks. Dark hair a little long, that just hung in his eyes, and an iron will that pulled him and a few friends up from their boots to become a decent small team that ran missions for something and made a decent living, and if they kept it up, they would soon have enough money to upgrade to a bigger operation. Which they had been working towards for several months. 

2) Mechanic (Aiden Fuse m), hard-eyed, soft-hearted depending on the person as long as you aren't Barret he and the cap go back as far as you can go back, both of them are young but have a glint in their eyes you don't want to mess with if you can help it. I don't really know their story. In fact, I shouldn't even be here since I'm not part of the crew, just some poor tag along that got dragged into this adventure. Though you can't really call me a person either, we'll get to what I am later in the story, back to the character run down. 

 3) Scout (Nef Marwin f) this little scamp is a bit young, a bit of a  scrapper, and crawled into the cargo held one day and basically told the cap that he was going to be her boss, he tossed her out on more than on occasion, and a couple of planets later she was still there, so he gave up and took her on. Befuddled on how she kept turning up, no one knows nor asks anymore, but she has kept us out of a few scraps by her scouting, trap disarming, and seemed to have a six sense on when something isn't right like what happened this morning too bad by the time she warned us it was already too late. 

4) Mercenary /warrior (Barret Ueng m), Can you be a jerk and a good guy at the same time? Well, if you can, Barret is your guy; his gruff mouth has an opinion on everything and doesn't know when to shut his trap. But he's good at his job, which is watching your back, so you don't have to. musclehead

5) pilot (Merrick Bog m) thin whip of a man serious and studious when he isn't at the wheel of the ship. He's studying to make something of himself always has a fact about something, but he keeps most of them to himself unless he thinks it will help the situation; otherwise, he knows that it will cause disharmony in the ranks, and he likes to follow the rules, this flyboy is an ace at his job, and he knows it. Still, he doesn't let it go to his head like others in his profession. He has a little crush on Winter but isn't sure how to let her know. So, he just studies harder. He's a good guy. 

6 Doctor (Kiya Siy f), The medical officer on the ship, I think she wheres goth boots. Serious/ flirty depending on the mood. She's one of those that's hard to write because I have her in my head, but it's hard to describe her on paper. Tough as nails don't take no shit, but because she has to take no shit. She has to make sure your ass will get off that stretcher alive. she has to deal with dudes two times three times her weight class trying to toss her around out of their minds in pain while she's trying to do her best to stitch them back up again. She saw some things she'd rather not see again, got tossed around by the system, and ended up at this place on the back end of the drifts. In the far end of known space, hoping against hope that no one she knows ever finds her again, not because she's ever done anything bad, but because she did one too many good things. 

7 Tech (Winter Dia f) winter is white with an electrode that looks like a gem embedded in the center of her forehead. I can't figure out right now if she is bald or if she has long hair, or if she is androgynous. or sexy she's kind of ethereal at the moment. But gentle this character is very much there, but she's very white with blue undertones, and I get the feeling that she's cold, but it's not that she doesn't feel it's that she doesn't know how to express her feelings, so it seems cold. 

But she is very attached to her crew, but she would rather that they didn't know that and just handle them with the facts. So that she could just get on with her day. She spends most of her time hooked into the ship's AI, dealing with the navigation system and making space jumps and communications and anything that has to do with the ship's tech. (maybe she has a computer virus for a pet?)

So, in the end, you have a group of seven misfits on the back end of known space, just making the bare minimum to get by.  They're all young enough to still have a spark of hope in their eyes even though they're old enough to know better and have come from places that should have beaten it out of them. Still, their captain is just the kind of guy to give them that kind of spark again, and he's made enough to set them up after this to get them a bigger ship and set their business up a little better so that they can get higher more crew and grow. They are excited. That is until I showed up. Drifting in my endless slumber, a god that should have been left asleep since our planet was destroyed eons ago... a fury that crashed into them and sent their ship into a constellation that had long since been silenced in the universe. 

Okay, you guys, so the exercise was not really a fail, but not really a success today. It's almost four pm, and I've been doing the outline all day. I don't count it as a failure because I have an anthology that I need a ship story for, so I will use this as the outline for that story. I might post the rough draft of that tomorrow; who knows, but here is what I did with the story prompt from the front cover in a few hours of scribble scratch. I came up with the characters' concept, some brief back story, and apparently a sleeping god...

Writing in the Void take two: (plus update)

I'm not sure how many of you are here from my earliest days as a writer or are new to the blog, but along time ago, I used to be rather prolific. Then some things happened that made it rather difficult for me to do what made me happy, which was to put fingers to key or pen to paper. 
This next period of time will be dedicated to explaining the exercise I plan to do. Whether or not I'm successful will be determined entirely by my health, and I think that I will build that into the rules; otherwise, it would be an exercise in futility from the start.  

So quite a spell ago, I started a writing exercise called 365 days writing in the void. It was essentially just to write every day on the blog to be held accountable, but I was getting sicker at the time and didn't know what was wrong with me and wasn't taking my meds, and I think I made it less than two months before I fell off the bandwagon.  At the time, I would write at home and then do a daily rundown of what I had written and a few short excerpts of my day in general. 

This time, however, I want to try to do it a little differently. 

There is a book floating out in space somewhere. I believe the title is called writing down the bones. I'm not sure who the author is, but I'll find the link and post it, along with the links for the two books above, if you are inclined to play along with me. I won't be getting kickbacks for anything; I'm not that cool...
Back to the point, in writing down the bones, there is an exercise called free writing where you just get out a big yellow note pad because you're not supposed to care, and you just write for ten minutes every morning. At least, that is how I remember the exercise twenty years on since I've read the book.

They were like morning pages. You just write. Now, when I just write, it comes out more like a journal.  I start bitching about all the things that I don't like about my situation, which doesn't really help me get my creativity back, and that is where my problem lies. 

I had some bad things happen around my writing, and essentially when I sit down to write, I can plot and stuff, but the act of writing the actual story gives me a panic attack. So, I thought I would try to do exercises in desensitization and do things that I don't really care about where there wasn't any pressure.

This time in 365 days in the void, the plan is to write in the actual blog. Take a story prompt from the book, either of the ones in the picture, and then write the story until the steam runs out on it. It might be one day; it might be two days or more, then move on to the next story. If I like the story, it might get an edit or something ( in the distant future), but essentially they will all be raw stories written in journal format on the blog, like a blog post. It should be fun sweats...  I haven't decided if I'm going to just do the prompts page by page or random. 

I will likely set up a page on the blog to host the stories and then link back to it and try to make an index of sorts to make things easier to find. That's the plan for now.  I don't own a copy of writing down the bones anymore. I used to, but it ran away, as good books so often do, those things seem to grow legs I sware. So, as of right now, I can't say the correctness of my memory, but this is what I'm going on. 

1. pick a prompt.
2. set a timer for roughly 5 minutes to sketch up a vague plot to go with the promo ( free writing ideas that come to mind when you read the plot)
3. write for 15- 30 minutes on the prompt

Goal: by the end of a few weeks to start finishing some shorts based on either the prompts or my own work without having panic attacks or getting caught up in what people will think.

Work directly into the blogger program post when done.

Make part of the morning routine...

The whole reason to go to all this work is to heal and get back on the horse to finish my books that I have out there and be comfortable writing again.

Which if there are any of you left, you might be happy to hear.  I'm not sure if I'll start today or not. I might eventually migrate my website from blogger since it's not really easy to design the page's look and add links and stuff the way I want it to look. 

Also, I might start writing stuff on again; the panic has been stopping me. The fact that I couldn't sit up for the last two years was also a significant factor, but mostly the panic because I could always use a pen and ink and have someone else type if I really wanted to work that hard. 

Anyhow, I digress. 

That's the plan for now I very much expect the first few to be very rough. Thanks for taking the time to be here

I'm not sure if you know, or not but my author name is Adriane my actual name in Michael, and I am a female. I have more then one author name, but a few things happened with one of them and I'm not sure what to do with it, so I might be merging all of them on to this site at some point. Having so many author names is exausting and annoying. When you have your author name stolen by a multi level marketing spam author and can't decide what to do about it. 

 I write in a few genres and it's recommend practice that you split that into different author names, or at least it was when I first started writing. I'm not sure what the advice is anymore since I've been out of the feild for a few years. 

Any whodoo voodoo I  need to take my morning meds and a blood stick. Eat something and try this first exercise of doom. See how it goes.