This month I have been trying something new, a kind of a hybrid of NaNoWriMo and Inktober. Every day I open a new document and just write whatever comes out. The idea is to create something–a scene, a character, a setting, a plot seed–that I can save and expand into a story later on.
It’s been a very freeing exercise. I don’t have to worry about what happens next and keeping this internally consistent, I just write the “good parts” and save the file as soon as it’s not fun anymore.
As a consequence, I find myself drifting into an area that is hard to define. Call it “Slice Of Life Fantastic.”
I am really enjoying writing the ordinary daily lives of people who live in worlds that we would call fantastic. There is something particularly satisfying for me about describing the weird through the eyes of someone to whom it is quotidian.
This isn’t exactly new to me. Someone call my Book Of Lost Doors series (not unkindly, I think) “Lovecraftian Soap Opera”. It was always the scenes where nothing much was happening in terms of Action/Adventure/Excitement that I most enjoyed writing, and also that were, in my opinion, the best written.
The big story elements, battles and betrayals and things going boom, were things that I felt I had to include in order to win readers. (Not that it worked.)
So we’ll see where this goes.