Crickets chirp, trying to sync rhythms but are unsuccessful on this Thursday evening. I don't know what has them so confused because usually they are well connected by this time of the evening. Or, maybe it's just me.
A four-week writing course on Worldbuilding that I have been taking is in its final week. Having written a novel I now find myself wanting to delve into detail and expansion. Details about the organisms living on a tiny insect who is feeding on a cut blade of grass that is about to be crushed under the foot of a mysterious creature on a planet about to be hit by a giant astroid composed of...well you probably get the expanding picture.
I've struggled a bit this week with the final assignment, government and religion, primarily because I had not thought about how to build a government or a religion into my sequel. I left many things open in my first novel by intention because I simply didn't know enough to write about it yet and wanted to build in an opportunity to do so. Now that I am learning how to design the bigger picture, I almost wish I had sketched out the entire project first. Then again, maybe not.
You see, there are two ways to write a book that immediately come to mind: begin writing and let the story lead you or sketch it out and lead your story. I have not done the latter because I always suspected the story was going to go where it wanted to go anyway, no matter how much I planned for it to remain within certain boundaries.
Sometimes when I write, an ending comes to mind first; sometimes it's the beginning. You must have a seed to start with regardless of where your writing begins. For instance, today when I was reading this article about mining astroids for wealth, I was thinking about how our moon got into its orbit (outside the realm of what science currently says). Then I thought, what if (in a fictitious setting) something the size of the moon was captured and brought into orbit around the planet but something went terribly awry and this massive astroid crashed into the planet instead and wiped out life as it was known to exist. Billions of years passed before a life form arose again capable of reaching into space only to mine the asteroid that was now the Earth’s moon never knowing its very distant ancestors had brought it there in the first place. "Ah ha!" I thought to myself, "a seed", or as I called it in a post a few weeks back, "a thread". The questions that have to be answered, the voids that have to be filled.
To write a story I think one must first create a void, then figure out how to fill it. I wanted to create a reason for the moon's existence in a fictitious setting, and a news article inspired me to create one. Now, if I could only figure out the kind of mystical interference keeping those crickets out of sync.