Let the lightening cackle!

I felt hungry. Glucose and nutrients! I went to the student center cafe and perused. None of it appealed to me. I didn’t like the atmosphere. Most of the tables were taken. Would I eat outside? It didn’t feel like my scene at that moment. I only like eating there when it’s 3/4 full or less. And I don’t like lines. Soups of the day didn’t appeal to me, and I wasn’t in the mood for some greasy pizza.

I wanted to eventually brainstorm. *lightening cackles* “You know, I could just GOTO the diner.” I considered the cost. I typically eat TWICE at CCM, because one item isn’t filling enough for the afternoon. So, a 2 something soup and a 2.10 hockey puck comes out over four bucks. Still cheap. But I can get a good burger and two hot teas at the diner for 5.57. Heh. Better food, faster service, and cheaper than Panera, I say. *laughs* Sadly, all three things there are true.

I had a good parking spot. And, the diner is right over there. *points* It was just past noon. I’d probably join the lunch crowd. Which sounded just about right for me. A nice buzzing atmosphere. So I walked. Took maybe fifteen minutes. I was reminded of how the human body is the original all-terrain vehicle. Area I was walking had no sidewalks, and the sides of the roads sloped to threaten to toss you into traffic.

I broke out my journal and started writing. Very quickly, I went about character development. Great thing about characters is that I don’t need to explain everything about characters. It just makes it easier to know how they’ll react to stimuli if I know they’re underlying basis. Moreover, if I ever feel like delving more deeply into them, I won’t have some empty core to make consistent with the outer details.

Walking, I half-considered “BIGGAYDAN And The Holy Grail”. I then considered multiple copyright infringements, as well as character exhaustion and laughed. It may not seem obvious, but BIGGAYDAN is yet another reflection of moi. Or was, rather.

In creating characters off people I knew (or didn’t know), I realized I was creating a universe. (Just overstating the obvious.) If my

Ahem! Real life interruption!

Girl sits down to my left of me, talks to the girl to my right. States she has a virus on her computer. I ask, “What’s wrong with it?” *smirks* She explains that it gets slow on boot and won’t shut down right. I asked if she’s checked msconfig. Heh. It’s the first thing I do whenever something’s astray. So. She asked me to write it out for her. I did, and left my email on the bottom. Heh. Hey, I’m free tech support, aren’t I? I’m a nice guy. : D

As I was saying, I’m starting with the universe I know, and trying to change things as much as possible. I always incorporate myself into stories, I shouldn’t try to create a world unfamiliar to me. Instead, I should look at it from a “what if?” standpoint, and play things out. I have in my mind concepts for different layers of the story. That’s why it’s so critical to already have a an idea of characters first. Show the exterior. Delve later. It’s always the case in life that there are people we’ve met years ago, but didn’t really know.

I did character development because I know having someone caught in their own mind will be plot suicide. It’s much more fascinating to watch a character react to shit happening, as opposed to just sitting in his room alone. Oh sure, that will happen. In time. *ruffles chin*

It also occurred to me that I shouldn’t have a concept of when the story should end. I should write like I like to read. Savoring every last page. The end? Writing and reading should be like sex. The climax means the excitment is about to disapate! This is why multiorgasmic stories are so awesome. Heh.

Concepts in my mind. I almost want to print out a calendar and consider possible events that will “happen”. Maybe.

End? No, I won’t plan how it will end. Maybe it won’t. “End” gives the illusion that there’s some resolution of some greater conflict.

It’s a good day. I’m excited. A novel! Nah, I don’t like that word. I’ll reframe it. A Series of Continguous Short Stories. I don’t like the idea of avoiding some theme that’s been done before. I also intend to exploit cliches to the most humorous of ends. After all, that is what I did with BIGGAYDAN. I created a cliche! And then ran him into the ground. My style can not help but be humorous, but I think this will be more than that. *touches his thinking beard*

I should have gone to the diner years ago. I get so much thinking done there! It’s like I get set on fire and instead of running around in circles, I smile and exclaim, “WEEE, I’M ON FIRE!” I work with the fire, as opposed to being afraid of it.

I know, I still have no pants.

Two weeks until November. A nice long two weeks to conceptualize my vision. Take the fire that brought me a Brief History of Timmy. Slow it down a notch. Tease out individual events. Go into other people’s lives. Definitely leaning towards third-person personal, yet still omnipotent. It just wouldn’t be me without a strong narrating voice. Like watching a movie. A movie in my mind. *purrs* Perhaps if I run with that and try to describe the emotions of moments, it’ll come off more realistic and genuine. And easier to screenplay. ; )

I’m almost thinking it would be best to literally do a series of short stories. Focus on the smaller pieces, from one sector of life to another. That is what a chapter is, is it not? At least, one way to look at it. Ah, I love babbling.

I almost imagine those freeze-frame voice-overs, where the narrator takes a moment to gloss over who somebody is and one random fact about them. “This is Jen. She’s a compulsive lier. She once claimed she caught her dad jerking off onto a fish tank so the fish would eat his sperm. Thing is, I’ve never seen a fish tank in her apartment.” …The things I could pull from actual events, I swear. *laughs*

I think I feel like tearing through economics before class, then doing more brainstorming. With Calc gone, there’s a burden off my back. It’s freeing. It’s fantastic. GOD, WHY DIDN’T I DO THIS LAST WEEK? Oh wait, I did. : D

Um. Yeah. BOOBIESANDVAGINAS.