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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(?)
METHODS AND MEDIA (continuation)
So, Ferage the mage isn’t immune to every ailment but he needs to cross a country in the hands(?) of… the plague. All in order to get some mucus to create super potion G. What’s next is to box him into a corner. We’re going to limit his usage of spell/potion “cure it all” to three times. And expose him to a manticore, a horde of dancers and a beautiful girl wasting away in the road. Ferage is no fool but he isn’t a bad egg. Now, he is out of magic to perform the spell. Is he going to make it to the isolated villa?
What we do when thinking how magic is used is saving up in answers for later. When we’re out of options. We can limit the magic power to mana, a predetermined prime number of spells… (bullets). Witches, warlocks and elves get tired, eat and sleep.
Limiting the usage of magic can be used to create scenes that help with the daily-life like feeling; helping to create relatable situations. Like eating or going to sleep. So long our magic logic has no cheese holes and is totally self-contained.
Otherwise, we will need a good looking actor to have audience to forget plot holes whenever we get ourselves into closed alleys because we didn’t pay attention to our own magic system or we didn’t think it through enough.
CHANGE, RANGE AND MEDIA
What’s the bullet’s speed, its trajectory and its penetration force? What does the bullet do once it reaches the target? [Yes, I know, bullets do kill, I mean your magic bullet]. What’s the media shooting the bullet? A revolver, a Beretta or a rifle? Meaning: wand, spell, runes?
And why am I using bullets as examples and not fire balls or potions? It is easier to visualize the physical effects than to do so with magical effects subordinated to your imagination. Mine is quite realistic regarding energy exchange and effects in spite of going deranged… Sometimes.
Magic is the same for every human being and it is not. At the same time. We all expect fantasy genre to fulfill certain expectations whilst creating something absolutely new. It is one of the most difficult ones since you either use the clichés or use the clichés and succeed… Or fail trying. People won’t forgive you if magic can’t be used to clean or if you miss on mythological animals… It also has to make science to fail miserably.
I hope I used well the supercalifragilisticexpialidocious spell and got all your attention.
It’s being a while since I’ve said any thanks to La cocina de Meg. I still remember when you were the one reader outside my family[2] and you were there giving likes to total nonsense. Those likes I appreciated lots and I hope your blog is still around.
Enjoy thinking magic bullets. Pasto kalo.
Impúdica,
Le miro el trasero.
¿Que otra cosa puedo?
De espaldas.
Con traje azul acero recién planchado a horas de oficina.
Y los calzones por encima,
Canelos.
Allá.
Al menos a 7 metros por el suelo y unos 3 hacia el cielo.
Tengo que torcer el cuello.
Porque sus piernitas con mallas negras,
Se aferran a una rama.
No me ve.
Son mis pisadas,
Las que provocan vuelo.
Y lo que Hugh vio tras él le hizo estremecerse.El enorme cofre de madera que viera por última vez descansando sólidamente al lado del muelle, pisaba los talones de su amo con un suave trotecillo regular. Muy despacio, por si acaso un movimiento repentino le hacía perder el escaso control que le quedaba sobre sus propias piernas, Hugh se inclinó suavemente para echar un vistazo bajo el cofre. Tenía cientos de patitas.
El color de la magia. Terry Prattchet
Sombreros seleccionadores, equipajes, nubes, libros… Por lo regular personajes que el escritor no planea escribir como personajes principales y, sin embargo, se toman el espacio por asalto porque son los que prueban que la magia existe. A mí me encanta el equipaje con sus cientos de patitas, su espacio multidimensional y su determinación de excavadora.
