Preparation Log #1: Darkness

     Man is it that time of the year already?
     No, it's not Halloween. Halloween has never been my thing.
     An argument could be made for Christmas.
     However, pumpkins and holly wreathes set aside, it is once again time for me to try (and fail) to keep a blog for my preparation and actual writing process for National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). I'm gonna do it this year I swear.
     I think.

     Regardless, the writer is out of the bag early this year with a new blog and a new (old) book to write.
     Choosing what to write this year was nothing short of difficult. I have so many ideas and received many suggestions, one of which was to write a sequel to The Wingwalker. I thought about writing the Encyclopedia Cerinia, which, for people who have read Wingwalker, is the encyclopedia from which excerpts are taken and used to introduce chapters in that story. That, however, as fun as it was to write, sounded more painful than pulling out my own fingernails. I considered potentially starting an autobiography (working title: The Little House on the Corner), but I don't think I'm ready to take that step yet.
     Then one day I reached higher on my shelf of thoughts and with the help of a good friend, I was able to pull down and dust off one of my first ever attempts at writing a novel.
     If there's one thing anyone should know about me, it's that I've been calling myself a writer since I was 13 years old. At 21 years old now, you can imagine the progress that's been made.
     Let's just say that, while reading my barely-teen writing, it was nothing short of a cringe worthy experience. The idea, as good as it was, had no business being in my 13 year old hands. It's dark, it's gritty, and it handles a difficult topic: dissociation.
     That was another thing, with my knowledge now, I am slightly more qualified to handle subjects such as people experiencing derealization and dissociation into new identities.
     On a less extreme note, taking a story of this magnitude and confining it to one world (yes, you heard me) is literally impossible. There's just so much I want to include that I've literally started creating an entire STAR SYSTEM to handle the magnitude of this story. I mean there needs to be a survival scene on a world made entirely of ice. I plan on stranding one of my characters on a deserted world that does nothing but serve as a stellar junkyard for the central government. Heck, my main character comes from a world that died several years before the events of the story.
     DO YOU UNDERSTAND?
     *Sigh* The things I do for writing.

     Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Rogue.