Post by account_disabled on Dec 26, 2023 10:14:25 GMT 5.5
The story of my fantasy novel is a story that started badly, on the wrong foot, or rather with the wrong chapter. In the true sense of the word. Yes, because I had decided to write two chapters that had nothing to do with the story. But we are still talking about almost 25 years ago... a lifetime. I had read some fantasy novels at the time and, loving writing, decided to write one too. So, without a project, but with a rough outline of an idea and with not even ten books read on the back, or rather in the head. In those two chapters I spoke of a continent, pages and pages of description of every mountain, river, lake and city of that continent, which had undergone, following an unknown calamity, a total upheaval, which had changed it forever.
The conformation... which I talked about in the second chapter with pages and pages of description of every mountain, river, lake and city of that new continent. I found those chapters again. I wrote on old Special Data foolscap sheets and produced about forty of them, the first is dated November 26, 1986. One day I will reread them, hoping not to feel bad. But perhaps a piece of the incipit can be published: In a remote era, forgotten by time, in an unknown world, vast and interminable, beyond the horizon of human imagination, escaping every imagination... and so on for about 15 lines of paper.
Then I decided that those pages were useless and that it was better to make a project, so I gave the characters names, without obviously characterizing them, and made a list of the chapters, writing a small summary, just to follow a lead and not create with my eyes closed. After several changes and years of decanting, I decided that that project too had to be put aside and I came up with a second project. We are in 1995. Ten years have passed and on my shoulders, or rather in my head, I had many more books, as many as 80. New list of chapters, new characters, a new outline of the story, notes, ideas stuck on paper and even small maps just drawn in pencil, sheets and sheets that piled up, until I had to block them with a clip and put the pile in an envelope .
The conformation... which I talked about in the second chapter with pages and pages of description of every mountain, river, lake and city of that new continent. I found those chapters again. I wrote on old Special Data foolscap sheets and produced about forty of them, the first is dated November 26, 1986. One day I will reread them, hoping not to feel bad. But perhaps a piece of the incipit can be published: In a remote era, forgotten by time, in an unknown world, vast and interminable, beyond the horizon of human imagination, escaping every imagination... and so on for about 15 lines of paper.
Then I decided that those pages were useless and that it was better to make a project, so I gave the characters names, without obviously characterizing them, and made a list of the chapters, writing a small summary, just to follow a lead and not create with my eyes closed. After several changes and years of decanting, I decided that that project too had to be put aside and I came up with a second project. We are in 1995. Ten years have passed and on my shoulders, or rather in my head, I had many more books, as many as 80. New list of chapters, new characters, a new outline of the story, notes, ideas stuck on paper and even small maps just drawn in pencil, sheets and sheets that piled up, until I had to block them with a clip and put the pile in an envelope .