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Kiriath:
Hello. I'm Ryan. :)
Since November 05, I've worked on a fantasy novel with the title Vortex Trigger. It's about a dreamer elf and a shady rogue who chase a sentient storm and its elemental army.
I'm shooting for Vortex Trigger as a full 400 page fantasy novel, and I plan to revise it as viciously as I need to and publish it. It's light and romantic; think The Dragon and the George, Anne McCaffrey, The Dark Crystal and Renaissance festivals.
My next novel, Enemy Territory, occurs within a space empire of a hundred planets where an impatient prince battles a mad genius, psychic supersoldiers with abilities suppressed with drugs and a powerful insect race. Think Gundam, Godzilla and Phantasy Star.
I've written one novel already as a concept generator. Titled Oracle Dream, it's 150 pages and about a girl who sees ghosts and a bank robbery.
I don't think it's especially well written for many reasons, but that really wasn't the point of it... I wanted to show myself that I could write a novel! My sister adored it, though, and she's drawing short comics with the characters. I have many stories in mind. It's just that Oracle Dream wasn't the story I wanted to tell about them.
terroja:
TL KINCAID here.
I am a writer. I don't write very well, but if most of the books I read are any indication, that doesn't really matter.
I completed the first draft of a novel called Red Day when I was 18 years old, but realized that no one with a sane bone in their body would ever publish it. It was completely morally abberant and probably would have had lynch mobs forming in my front lawn if it ever got any sort of notoriety. So I shelved it and began working on a new book.
I'm still wroking on my new book. It's called The Plague of Meaning. It is currently 77,000 words long and nowhere near finished. I suspect its final length will be a hurtle when it comes time for me to publish it, but I really don't particularly care. I know that I'm supposed to pander to what readers and publishers want, but I don't really care about that stuff. I write for me. If a company is stupid enough to publish me and readers are smart enough to read me, than that's their business. I'm only interested in the ego-boost of saying, "I wrote a novel!"
Anyway, that's me.
ethyachk:
While technically I've been writing on and off since high school, I'll only admit that what I wrote since '03-'04 is mine. I actually started writing again because of Fool Moon; Jim inspired me, what can I say? Anyway, I started writing a book as a first person, modern fantasy, stream of consciousness novel, got 40 pages in and realized how bad it was and stalled. Later I eventually pushed on and finished the book, but I've done massive rewrites to it. I've since finished two sequels, and I have plans for a fourth sequel, and started a seperate high fantasy book. My favorite bookstore owner in the world edited my first book recently, and he's helping me prepare for trying to get the thing published. So much work! The basic plot is a wizard goes to college, meets a vampire who becomes his best friend, then tries to help stop someone from taking over the world. Plenty more than that happens, as it's a 150k word book, but it's complicated, so you'll just have to wait and see if I manage to get published.
Dom:
--- Quote from: terroja on August 28, 2006, 03:58:20 AM ---TL KINCAID here.
I am a writer. I don't write very well, but if most of the books I read are any indication, that doesn't really matter.
--- End quote ---
Motto. :D
Divolg:
Hi, my name is Kurt, and I'm an alco---alcoho--err, an unpublished writer.
My first novel, The Interesting Accountant, was about an accountant who is turned into an elf with a revenant on his tail after pissing off a necromancer. He's up against the clock with the necromancer trying to bring back the Wild Host led by the Yule Alf (Santa's real predecessor). I know, I know, I have never heard of an "interesting accountant" either. No nibbles on it, but I had fun writing the story. :)
My second novel, Loki Moon, was about a commune raised ex-Navy Seal who's sent into a subglacial research facility (200 meters below a glacier, with miles of tunnels) to investigate a potential outbreak of an infectious agent. The infectious agent, released from the ice, transforms people into various manifestations of beings bearing similar traits to those of Norse myth (various conditions the victims are in determines what they become). After the military move in to deal with the threat, the facility is overrun and the main character and a handful of survivors are trapped inside one of the subglacial labs. After making homemade bombs from lab chemicals (flashbacks to my childhood) to use on the creatures pounding and weakening the lab hatch, the survivors flee through the maintenance tunnels, then through the meltwater tunnels into the depths of the glacier, where they find the source of the infectious agent. They find an old Nazi ice drill vehicle preserved in the cold (abandoned when the original occupants investigated the depths) and when the host of beings stir to life to feed on the survivors, they drive the vehicle down the subglacial river artery and out the snout into a proglacial lake. As they're surrounded by the host of beings, the main character realizes the link between a scientific solution and the purported solution mentioned in Norse lore for the threat.
Had loads of fun writing this story and learning about the subglacial world of scientists in Norway. Talk about rugged scientists, they're the real deal. They study microscopic life frozen in the lightless, airless ice for space travel applications--cool stuff. That was where I had the notion of an infectious agent frozen in a glacier being the cause for the beings out of Norse myth.
Still piling up rejection letters for this one, but I'll keep plugging away. The next novel I'm working on is a murder mystery set in Navy Seal training (BUDS), where an officer trainees' fellow officers start getting murdered. I don't care much for delving into my personal experiences in BUDS (each day we were served a different variety of shit sandwich, but no matter how they served it, it as still a shit sandwich), but it might be fun for people to read about a guy struggling through training one minute and the next he's trying to figure out who's killing his classmates (before its his turn).
Great stories from everybody on the board. Good luck to all of you with your writing. We're so fortunate to share this passion. You all inspire me, thanks for your posts.
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