I may have mentioned this, that I have a friend with whom I’m going to collaborate on a novel?
Well, in the past few days I’ve begun my non-existent map-drawing skills. My maps are just squares with places on them, they are no map that you will ever find in an atlas.
I’m drawing a map, guys.
I’ve also learnt a bit about significant numbers and how they can play into a story, and I’ve been piling on the Google searches to find clever names.
And we’re building a town, one block and street at a time. Creating a history and filling in the blanks of who lives where and what they do. Planning what happens and spending hours discussing online. Bouncing ideas back and forth as if they’re volleyballs. Mapping out on spreadsheets and Google docs plots and character lists and picking out cunning names because it’s a subtle reference to Old So-And-So.
We’ll do the first draft in November, for NaNoWriMo, and take it from there. Alternate one perspective with another, I’ll write some, he’ll write some. And so it goes. Two more months of magic planning and scheming.
More to come.