Title Avalanche
Aug. 19th, 2010 07:59 pmFor those who don't maybe know, I start a lot of projects; stupidly, because there are many beyond what I can actually focus on at one time. Part of this is because my mind wanders (with tracking chip installed) often and comes up with ideas that are interesting. But because of over work, I have a pretty good collection of story titles, some in use, others needing to be started... and then those that I don't even have anything for, just a title.
So, because I feel like doing more than just letting the 30DoW meme do all the work here, I'm going to list (because lists are fun) those that I have. Enjoy.
- The Blackberry Wall
- Tigress (alt. Tai-lan, the Tiger Princess)
- In the Wake of Kings
- Amery Lampkin, the Not-Captain
- Lightning's Child
- Little Red Riding Wolf
- Trader Wood
- Kareen
- Lord Crow
- Search of the Silence
- A Noir Story (working title)
- Pearl Moon
- Whisper
- Stormblades
- The Smoke Dancer
- Psycho, My Own
- Gothic Cross
- T.R.O. (Technotronic Rock Operatic)
- Network
- The Three Little Pimps (eh, why not, I'll list it)
- eeh, there's anther dozen or so titles, but they're from stories that are so old it dips back into when I tried my hand at fanfiction
Yeesh, writing all those out makes it look like I have no drive. And it's not that (I swear), I'd just rather get something down on paper/drive and let it sit instead of letting it fester in my head while I try to work on something else. It helps, sorta, that not all those are whole books, most of what's in the middle are short stories meant to go together in a collection; then again, Tigress and Amery were among that collection, and they went through a creative mitosis of their own to become larger than their part. Bastards.
If anyone has any questions about any of these, let me know.
So, because I feel like doing more than just letting the 30DoW meme do all the work here, I'm going to list (because lists are fun) those that I have. Enjoy.
- The Blackberry Wall
- Tigress (alt. Tai-lan, the Tiger Princess)
- In the Wake of Kings
- Amery Lampkin, the Not-Captain
- Lightning's Child
- Little Red Riding Wolf
- Trader Wood
- Kareen
- Lord Crow
- Search of the Silence
- A Noir Story (working title)
- Pearl Moon
- Whisper
- Stormblades
- The Smoke Dancer
- Psycho, My Own
- Gothic Cross
- T.R.O. (Technotronic Rock Operatic)
- Network
- The Three Little Pimps (eh, why not, I'll list it)
- eeh, there's anther dozen or so titles, but they're from stories that are so old it dips back into when I tried my hand at fanfiction
Yeesh, writing all those out makes it look like I have no drive. And it's not that (I swear), I'd just rather get something down on paper/drive and let it sit instead of letting it fester in my head while I try to work on something else. It helps, sorta, that not all those are whole books, most of what's in the middle are short stories meant to go together in a collection; then again, Tigress and Amery were among that collection, and they went through a creative mitosis of their own to become larger than their part. Bastards.
If anyone has any questions about any of these, let me know.
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on 2010-08-20 04:26 am (UTC)no subject
on 2010-08-20 06:27 am (UTC)The basic idea was a series of characters had control over various sounds, or affinty to certain kinds of music. These powers could be used in destructive ways as well. The lead was the most varied, in that he could create full orchestra pieces out of thin air. One could amplify his violin playing, another was deaf and used sub-sonics. It followed a bit of formula, but was fun to mess with and trying to stay interesting. Also, I was really into trying to learn music to write my own techno rock opera, which became my title; it also became the lead's goal, spending much of the show stitching together his opus.
Pearl Moon is one of the short stories from Legendarium, and had this as a starting point: "Desert/Native American legend/Night". It deals with a desert Indian tribe, based a bit on Hopi and few others I forget, who reversed their sleep patterns because it was so hot with the sun out and the desert is so much more alive at night. They became a kind of ghost story, because of how isolated they are from all others and where they're located. I lost the pages that had more of a story outline, so I'm forced to go back to the starting point to come up with something again.
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on 2010-08-20 03:33 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2010-08-21 04:14 am (UTC)Jerome Matthew Excaliber was a noted writer and (ex)child genius, specializing in existential philosophy and non-linear thinking (dabbling in various sciences) who one day, for unknown reasons, murdered his wife and two daughters (as well as a couple undetermined others). He developed a laundry list of pyshcosies, before and/or after the murders somewhere along the line, the most notible are four seperate personalities.
Two of them are seperate identities, Arthur and Gwenevere (yeah, fun times with naming tropes), surfacing under times of stress or when triggered, whether intro- or extrovertly. Arthur is cool-headed and old fashioned, often much more sane than Jerome. Gwenevere is a little more nutty than Jerome, and lot more violent, and is exteremly jealous of anyone the Arthur persona has contact with. Neither knows the other's thoughts, though Jerome is aware of both.
The other two are almost more of hallucinations, though not physically defined, the Lady and the Dragon. They act as shoulder angel/devil, though the Lady seems able to tell Jerome things he shouldn't be able to know about others, while the Dragon seems to be a manifestation of evil in Jerome, appearing before both Jerome and Gwenevere prior to violent episodes (though not all).
It seems like it would be a character study, but the whole thing (plot wise) wasn't thought out enough; it was a much bigger project than a sophmore highschool student could take on aptly. I only got as far as fleshing out Jerome, and knowing at some point he escapes the mental hospital he's at, but nothing beyond that.
Still, seems like there's something there to work with.