The Imperial Garden
It started almost ten years ago. I had an idea. Or actually I only had an image:
“The Imperial Garden.” An oasis in a giant metropolis, with climbing greenery, a waterfall, birds, and a lonely person, on a bridge.
It would be a science fiction story, maybe a little erotic too, or a lot? Or maybe a few fantasy elements? Mixes are usually appreciated – if they succeed…
I wrote in a feverish state of creative zeal, panicked about missing anything fundamental. I soon had almost a hundred pages.
Wow, I thought this is going to be a walk in the park!
Then I read what I had written and quickly realized one thing: getting it done would take some time.
After a couple of months, I realized it would take a hell of a lot of time.
Several drafts later…
Now, ten years and several drafts later a lot has happened to the text, of course.
… and to the world. Most places, people, organizations, etc. has been renamed. I ended up doing data-mining and Markov chains to name people and places that had both discrepancies and similarities with each other.
For example, Johan and Tinuviel seem odd in the same culture. John and Jón are the same names but in different languages. It’s all about finding names that don’t exist and isn’t exotic spellings of existing names, but that still sounds reasonable.
Person names are difficult, but sometimes you find names like Garszam, Aodeshein, Patrodana or Gwinif. Place names are easier, eg Sekulovaja, Werkelo, Maderwen or Agoksang.
The Devil and his aunt have designs on the 51st Shade of Whomever…
I have made a lot of character changes. One might even wonder if anyone is left from the original. If they are, the character probably has a new name, maybe even switched sex.
Speaking of sex, I have abandoned my erotic ambitions. Then, almost ten years ago, erotica was something new and a bit unknown. Today, the Devil and his aunt have designs on the 51st Shade of Whomever…
Sure, a pair of characters here and there will jump into bed, but I have a hard time seeing that it would be more than seasoning. Unless, of course, they fight each other because the wrong people end up in the wrong bed…
Fences in the creative wilderness
I’m still working on outlining.I’m a person with an incredible capacity for impulsivity and ideas just gush forth. At the same time, I’m stubborn as few (if the “10-year” anniversary of the still going project didn’t give that away already). Unfortunately, I am also allergic to chaos – I speak anaphylactic shock (almost).
I’m a person with an incredible capacity for impulsivity and ideas just gush forth. At the same time, I’m stubborn as few (if the “10-year” anniversary of the still going project didn’t give that away already). Unfortunately, I am also allergic to chaos – I speak anaphylactic shock (almost).
Being an impulsive structural fascist can be both a disaster and a strength – if you apply the different sides in a timely manner that allow them to strengthen each other, rather than the opposite.
Because of this, structure is everything.
By setting up fences in the creative wilderness, I hope to be able to unleash the dogs of creativity on an enclosed area. Of course, there’ll be one or two dogs jumping over the fence or digging under it, but as long as we’re on the right planet, it’s probably just healthy to make some detours outside the cordons.