(I apologize if this isn't the right forum for this. It's not related to gaming per se, at least not directly. But It didn't seem like it fit anywhere else.)
So, I'm in a bit of a writing funk. To jump-start my writing, I'm going to start a project, and I want YOU, the people here at Paizo.com, to give me some feedback! I figure if I'm just doing this for myself I'm more apt to give up than not. But if other people are waiting for me to finish, then I've got more incentive to finish it! Make sense?
Well, in short, I'm looking to write a short story modeled after a B movie style. Ever heard of Zman Card Games? It's a line of card games where you make a B movie of a particular genre and have monsters from your movie attack other people's movies. I love it and think it's hilarious, so I'm using that as the start for my medium. What I'm looking to do is to more or less play a round or two of the game, dealing the cards out to myself, and then write a scene or a short story involving everything that happens in the round that I played.
How does that sound? Would anyone be interested in reading something like that? I'd either post it here or on my personal wikidot site, with a link here to anyone who wishes to read it. I'm excited about this project, but I know that that excitement will give way to whatever catches my interest unless I know that I'll have an audience!
So let me know what you all think!
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Actually I started writing a D&D Novel one 600-700 word chapter at a time. I was continually blocked on the concept of writing until I realized I could reduce a chapter down to that:
It had simply appeared. The Corpse was discovered to the horror of the kitchen servants and his mother who had been directing them in their morning work. His form was distorted with pain and torment of the moment of his death, but there was no blood pouring from fatal wounds. His body was simply naked, Covered in entropic body art of forbidden rituals and magic.
“Fetch cloth and warm water.” Lady Sulescu was ashamed of her anger. This was her only Son. He should at least be clean.
Sir Alt Sulescu awoke to the disturbance now alarming his household. Dressed, a sword in his elderly hands, he found his wife scrubbing the dark art off a corpse laid out on the heavy Kitchen table.
“Sula!” He dropped his sword and walked to her, thinking he might stop this madness. He looked at the deathly face and breathed in at the horror of an unexpected discovery; Zemiros, their eldest child and only son.
“No.” The anger at his Son’s choices in life fell away and was replaced with crushing pain. The Sulescu line now ended with Alt Sulescu. Not even a bastard to claim the estate. Alt turned to stare at the horrified faces of his Servants until he found the one he was searching for.
“Petra,” the servant focused on his voice; “fetch the Priestess of Chardastes from her Residence.” A nod and she was gone about her task. He returned to his. He picked up a wet cloth and in the sight of his wife, wiped the corpse of its dark message. A she looked up.
“Thank you.” The tears of missing years washed away the black ink.
Sir Alt Sulescu stood resolute as the linen shrouded Clerics of Chardastes, their little bells resounding with every motion and step, carried the shrouded form of his Son down into the family crypt. The chamber had housed so many of the Sulescu line; had given shelter to their passing moments. His eldest daughter Mirsa led the priestesses down with the light of a burning torch. He heard her every step as he followed their descent. Each step became an increasingly silent touch until he could no longer hear her shoes shift the grains against the sandstone steps.
Zemiros.
The name on the old crypt caught his attention. He kept returning every so often. There was a family name with history. This one had raped his way through fifty villages and burned their crude huts and fields. Rumour had it that the immortal Zirchev was one of his bastard children, their common resemblance was uncanny - His only act of redemption.
The Vast crypt looked like the inside of a Rope Hive. A thousand histories had ended here; closed away forever - a thousand dirty secrets, some terrifying and monstrous - A family who were older than remembered time.
Who were they? Who had they been? Sulescu wasn’t even the family name at the beginning. But millennia of cruel tyranny and vampirism had damned them all. They had become named for the Blood-sucking Parasites that they were.
Zemiros.
He had died in some confrontation with a Rival Wizard in far off Glantri. At least there was a corpse. Sir Alt Sulescu had heard stories of magic so terrible that there wasn’t even dust left.
The Stone Bier that dominated the heart of the hive of the dead became illuminated by Mirsa’s torch; the Priestesses carried the still-shrouded life of Zemiros over it and lowered him to his place of rest. The Knight of Sulescu stood for a moment with his daughter and watched the Priestesses of Chardastes conduct Prayers. Mirsa stepped forward at the summons of a Priestess and lit the shroud afire. Only when the Priestesses stepped back from the Bier and the burning cloth was little more than ash and ember did he follow them to the surface taking his daughter with him.
Zemiros was home at last from far off Braejr. - Book 1: The Warding Stone
(I apologize if this isn't the right forum for this. It's not related to gaming per se, at least not directly. But It didn't seem like it fit anywhere else.)
So, I'm in a bit of a writing funk. To jump-start my writing, I'm going to start a project, and I want YOU, the people here at Paizo.com, to give me some feedback! I figure if I'm just doing this for myself I'm more apt to give up than not. But if other people are waiting for me to finish, then I've got more incentive to finish it! Make sense?
UltimaGabe, this is a brave endeavor!
I promise to pick at nits, point and laugh, whisper behind your back, and occasionally offer something constructive. Well, maybe mostly laugh.
Also, I've found the Writing Excuses podcast and writing prompts to be enormously helpful in moving past writing funks.
Waiting for your first installment ;)
Hmmn, I suppose I was hoping for a bit more takers, but even a single person is better than none. Well, tocath, if you or anybody else wants to check my status, feel free to visit my Wikidot site at this link right here. I haven't written the actual story yet, but so far I've played through an entire (relatively short) two-player game and recorded everything that happened. If that sounds like it would be interesting to check out, feel free- and if not, I'm sure I'll have something finished within the next few days.
Thanks for the interest!