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All the things I wanted to say
All the stuff I'd prefer hidden away.
Over sharing.
Reluctant.
Bored and dead.
Looking at the moon,
Trying for once new stuff.
Waiting for it to turn red.
Changing a small minuscule thing.
Yet, every hour is confused with yesterday.
The stars that away.
My blood turned into eggs.
Is it cold or my head?
Too late for tell tale.
Nuval Yoah Harari. Sapiens
¿Cómo consiguió Homo sapiens cruzar este umbral crítico [150 individuos], y acabar fundando ciudades que contenían decenas de miles de habitantes e imperios que gobernaban a cientos de millones de personas? El secreto fue seguramente la aparición de la ficción. Un gran número de extraños pueden cooperar con éxito si creen en mitos comunes.
Escribir ficción no es solo entretener, es imaginar la realidad, denunciarla o escapar de ella. Es tender puentes entre seres humanos.
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Going on with answering the story seeds Michael Alvill mentioned in A guide to writing magic systems.
WHEN?
Are there steam trains like in How’s moving castle, Miyazaki version? Are there police officers of both genders wearing pants XX century beginnings1? Do you need starch for shirts? Is it contemporary? Season determines what to sow. If you’re to make your magic world some kind of isolation from the everyday life, your characters will end up wearing jeans under tunics and sending letters instead of WhatsApps as if your garden is to have marigolds in the middle of April. Or 75ish pear tree types when nowadays we might have a lot less.
Not only the time determines clothes, it has to do with speech, beliefs and progression. If it is a regression you might find yourself eliminating scenes to avoid boredom since the reader is already aware of what’s to come.
WHAT’S SOCIETY LIKE?.
Has there been a fatal collapse of the world order? Are the communists on power and zombie Lenin rules? Is all the drama in a scholar environment where everything is salted by manageable intrigues? Is it an imperial palace betrayal around the corner?
I can tell that re inventing a world that doesn’t exist is terribly taxing. Be aware. Maybe what you need is to read some history books to check up social behaviours that have already happened. Or maybe not if you’re only recycling the medieval image of things adding chocolate as an extra…
MAIN CHARACTER
This is my cue to zip my lips.
As you can see; it is impossible to sterilize the magical soil and flowerpot the same way gardeners do. In consequence, it is possible for you to end up with something totally different to what you sowed. Not telling you can reverse processes.
Like my big writing hero2. Who defied the normal order: country boy goes to the city and becomes hero. He had the anti hero in the city changing because the hero arrived, stole his thunder and climbed the social ladder still being an as28650 that. The main character didn’t do the trip, he was already there. And he only had to remain sober.
This is why I believe that if there is a movie where a man ends up being a fly, why can’t the fly end up being a man?
Have fun sowing magic beans. Pasto kalo.
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I certainly don’t like the case of parents trying to make of parenting the only way to get to discover the universe and stuff but the way this blog entry summarizes something I’d probably not have understood is nice and interesting. Thus:
Procedimientos,
Deliberaciones y razones,
¿Qué expectativas?
Excluyamos el sexo.
Y ningún humano "sensato" querrá el trato.
El romance da por sentado,
La penetración física y el contacto.
Sin acceso a un cuerpo...
¿Qué posibilidades?
¿El deseo imposible de estar, charlar y ya?
¿Es que, sin ello, a nadie le importa que existo?
Mejor el gato.
—¿La verdad no gana en la corte?
Park SooHa y Jang DoHyun. La voz de tu amor1. c2.
—No, el orden está equivocado. Lo que gana en la corte se considera la verdad.
SOIL
Whilst Michael Alwill starts with the «seed to the story» in A guide to writing magic systems, you already know me. I’ll toil it all by inspecting soil. After all, seeds can die in bad soil, unclean flowerpots or miss water. Thus.Anyways, we have already discussed them, It is just in case you want to skip the previous entry.
FLOWERPOT, SEEDS AND PERSONALITY
Since last entry we know we need a flowerpot (limitation frame around the magic to be used), soil (abundance or lack thereof) and working bees (the beings working out the magic system or against it). Once we have these three elements we have enough to discuss— monologue style since I’m the only one ranting for I barely get any comments— story seed.
MAGIC BEAN
Have you ever murdered a bean sprout? I do so every now and then. Love excess or love deprival (water mainly), you surely are aware that that is not the only thing making it hard to grow something. Plants have personality. Some die to the first sheep bite whilst some others thrive and survive even the worst gardener. That’s how stories are too.
But Merriam, now ain’t the time to suffer a chlorophylliac1 attack. Just spit where to buy story seeds in assorted colours… What Michael Alwill calls as the story seed (I’d call it magic bean) is to answer the following questions:
As you can see, these elements are nothing from the other Friday. It is still the same questions we have to answer to any story about to be cooked. Or grown.
So, we need to answer the usual questions in order to sow our magic bean. Let’s answer the first today and review the rest later.
WHERE?
Is the world a disc going around the universe on a tortoise’s back? Does it have underground tunnels humans have no idea about? Is everybody locked because of pandemics? Is there an anthropomorphic Dead? Is it all in Vigata, an invented town that is not invented?
Makoto Shinkai commented once, for him the most important thing is to decide where is the story to take place.
I said in the old entry that I prefer to choose the plant first. You might wish for lupines and come to realize you simply don’t have the space or the ability. Which doesn’t mean you’re a bad writer. It only means you might be too good at growing forget me nots like Corin Tellado. Perhaps you can cultivate orchids like Agatha Christie. Not everyone can name roses like Humberto Eco. I write passifloras (yeah, alien stuff).
Nonetheless, we need to choose a place for our story to make sense.
TO BE CONTINUED
Je comprends un mot.
Ma première mot ça un mot triste.
Oubliez.
Qu'est la mémoire quand la oubliez manges la vie?
Qu'est le cerveau quand il finit comme le vent?
Je oubliés.
Je suis perdu dans l'univers.
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Si os fijaís el ser humano, instintivamente se pone de parte de los más débiles. Los perdedores. Así que si nosotros mostramos al mundo nuestras debilidades, nuestras heridas. Estamos al borde de la rendición. El mundo estará de lado nuestro.
El profesor. La casa de papel. T 2 c4(?)