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I just read over random sections of my Angel Story (over two years and it still doesn?t have a name), and it makes me want to puke. It?s complete utter fluff. Self-aggrandizing fantasy that lets the reader gasp at the evils of the demons, and mourn at the angels suffering. Oh no! Akasha's family was slaughtered! His poor little sister, killer and eaten by the evil Orestes! What bullshit. It?s worse than the moral outrage created by Schindler?s List (PM me if you don't get it). This story is about nothing. Sure, it follows the angel Akasha as he performs random tasks for the One God, the All. He's a heavenly goffer. There will be love and drama, but it's still hollow and pointless. Shaded Rainbow is about something. It looks at human extremes, good and evil, shadow and hedonism. It has some substance (although in a couple of years I'll probably look on it the same way I look at my angel story.). It just pisses me off. I know there?s a market for fluff fantasy (there better be, or Chibi will starve), and yet I know that my Angel Story would probably be good in that genre. Hell, I'd probably make more money writing fluff than what I'd want to write. It?s just that I don't want to write fluff. I need to take an axe to the story. Dismember it and put it back together. Keep the arms and legs but put in a new core. Change the character of Akasha to, that arrogant b*****d. I don't know whose worse, him or Seraph. Him. At least Seraph can be made fun of by BDX and me, and he's a product of a double author story, so he's still changing. Akasha is just there. That b*****d, talking down to poor Lucifer like that. Whatever, I'm going to bed. Not sleep, bed, because guaranteed I?ll be up for at least another half an hour worrying about this and mentally re-working this. Never mind that it's 11:20, and I have to get up at 5:30, and Tuesday's are my biggest days.
And now for something writen today...
Now time for the really odd and random piece of writing. So I was working on Shaded Rainbow. Only it was a part that I had jumped ahead over half-way through the book and was writing. It was then that I discovered that the entire book is buried in my subconscious, and that even though I haven't written chronologically, the characters will develop without my knowledge. Some dialogue went something like this?
Daniel stepped forwards. "Perfect. What?s up? I?m right about to ditch this hypocrite anyway."
Ariadne grinned wider as Enoch bowed his head and stepped away into the shadows, every line of his body radiating hurt. She sniffed deeply, as if trying to taste his torment on the air. "I found an opium house. Want to come?"
"A what?"
"An opium house. You know, back-alley, cushions, old Chinese guy. That sort of thing."
"Those still exist?"
"Beats be. For all I know, I could have stumbled onto a time portal to the eighteen hundreds."
"Or you were still riding a high of some random drug you picked up from that guy."
"Maybe." Ariadne shrugged nonchalantly and flipped the collar on her jacket up and down, her manic energy letting loose again. "Want to come anyway? If we don?t end up reclining on cushions, high on opium and being tended by some grizzled Oriental guy, we could always have sex there."
At which point, I stopped writing, looked at the paper and said "What the ********? When did they start having sex?" Then I turned to Drew and said "Drew! Daniel and Ariadne! Why are they having sex?" And he just looked at me blankly. I explained, and he just shook his head.
Now I need to figure out how they started having sex?
 Nihilistic Seraph · Wed Nov 02, 2005 @ 12:52pm · 3 Comments |
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