World Building, Character Creation, and Knowing When to Start Writing Part I.

OriginI have started drafting (actually that’s too precise a word…more like mapping) my sci-fi pilot, and as much as I love research mode (that’s not sarcasm, I really do!) at what point do you know enough to start writing?

As a screenwriter, there is often much that is left in the hands of others.  Our screenplays are blueprints from which all other departments create our vision – this new world.  Obviously in the case of historical time periods there is plenty of opportunity to do research and find the “right” look or aesthetic, but in the case of science fiction and fantasy, where much of the idea is in the writer’s head, how much information are you supposed to give in order to allow the reader to see the story as you do?

I’ve been doing research on show bibles and how to create one (Bang2Write has a great article), and much of that information can be included in that, but as a screenwriter, you need the script to engage your reader with all those details, but be easy to understand so that they can visualize the story, and yet not get burdened down by too much description.  And therein lies the fine line.

Tentatively titled, The Demeter, my story is about two sisters who are picked up by the cliché version of aliens (you know the ones), experimented on, and then readied for sale within the galactic slave trade.  The younger is sold and the elder escapes to try to get her back, but upon nearly getting recaptured, the elder sister finds herself aboard a ship with a crew of interesting characters that will teach her a variety of things and help her try to get her sister back.  Of course there will be romance, because that was one of the first scenes I had in my mind when I decided to write this story.

Not a convoluted tale, a sort of fish out of water-search & rescue kind of thing, but here is where it starts to get tricky.  In my head I have all these great scenes and moments, and I thought writing a pilot wouldn’t be too difficult, until I sat down to start plotting the story.  I thought it would be, not to sound ignorant, but easier because it’s just a snippet of the overall story.  A teaser.  I’ve written five full-length features, so writing a beginning to a greater story arc seemed like a simpler endeavor.  Not quite.

First off, there are a ton of questions I can’t answer yet, such as why these girls?  Why are these different characters on this ship?  Secondly, I have no idea what I want the aliens to look like, Pinterest has been my friend – see here – or even what they should be called.  Like this little guy.  How cute is he?!  Whoever created him…well done!Adorable Alien*

There are a number of space themed films, TV shows, and video games, and anything I come up with that even remotely sounds like something I’ve heard elsewhere goes right into the bin.  There’s that phrase of, “there are no original stories”, so I’m trying to stay clear of any similarities, even if it’s something I like the sound of.

There have been a number of influences for this particular idea, some may even seem odd.  I don’t want all my aliens to be a variant on human physiology – two arms, two legs, etc.  Obviously there’s Star Wars, but shows like Buffy the Vampire Slayer showed us a number of characters that didn’t all walk on two legs.  Men in Black and Galaxy Quest were great for that too.  I liked a lot of the ideas within the show Farscape, and they made great use of puppets from the Jim Henson Company.  I liked that.  There’s the video game Mass Effect 2 which is so much fun and has some great stories.  And then there is Doctor Who.  No explanation necessary.

There are many things to consider, and this is just the tip of the proverbial iceberg.  I will continue more specifically with some of the information I’ve found in another post soon.  These are just a few things to consider, if you’re like me, in the beginning stages of writing a pilot as TV has reached a new golden age and you’d like to be a part of it.

I’m off to discover all the whos, whats, and whys.

Best of luck to you in your writing endeavors!

*If you have info on sites to visit, boards on Pinterest, etc. where I can find ideas for races, worlds, ships, and what have you, please share!

Writing Prompt Challenge Accepted #12

Finally…I did some writing!  Yay me. :/

The following are my flash fiction pieces for the Writing Prompt Challenge I offer each week.  As with most things lately, I’m a bit behind.  I try to write these in under 30 minutes and with less than 200 words.   I do very little editing, just whatever my mind decides upon.  Don’t forget, if you’ve been inspired by any of the Writing Prompts, please do share!

LostTempleThe Temple

They thought she was crazy. They said it could never be found, but as she felt the cool draft rush past her as she took each step further down into the darkness, her torch casting deep shadows, she knew they had been fools to doubt her. Even her own family had thought her mad, and she had been forced to make this journey alone, but now none of that mattered. Streaks of light tried their best to break through layers of dirt and ages of disuse. It was a wonder no one had been able to find this place from above; the mountains had shielded it well.

A series of whooshing sounds filled the void and bright orange light burned brighter with each flourish. She took sure steps into the light, avoiding toppled and loose stones. Great arched walkways all converged around a center object. She moved closer to the edge, her torch held high in one hand, a grappling hook in the other, and peered down upon the head of a statue several stories tall. As she did, the ceremonial plate it held roared to life, as did the smaller ones placed around its feet. She felt special, chosen, and held her breath in delight.

TheLIbraryThe Library

She was now The Keeper of The Library; the magical place of knowledge that people traipsed across the wasteland to visit. It was a legacy she was proud to be a part of, even if no one in her family knew how it had actually come into being. They only knew that one of their ancestors had designed the building to house all the great volumes of the world in one place to ensure that no story was ever lost. The books would just appear and the library would grow each passing year to accommodate the progress. Magic had long been absent from the land, but as she stood in the center of the tower, feeling alone, the pages of a fallen volume stirred at her feet and it somehow brought her comfort. She wasn’t truly alone; some of her favorite people lived within the pages here, and she was now their Keeper.

LockBridgeLovers Bridge

He walked slowly along the bridge, counting the light posts as he went. One, two, three, four – fourth on the right from the Louvre. When they had first added their lock, it had been only one of a handful along the whole length of the bridge. Now the fencing bowed under their weight. He smiled fondly in recollection and at the show of love present before him, but at the same time, felt that now familiar pang of sadness at the thought of her. He had to wonder how many of the other lovers that had once professed their devotion now found themselves in a similar situation. Lost love. He knelt down before the array of metal clasps and nudged a few aside to find his own promise amidst the others. He touched it gently, remembering the glow of her skin in the lamplight, the tug of her lips as she breathlessly laughed at the idea of it all, and the way she smiled after he kissed her. Standing once again to look into the Seine, he wasn’t sure if he should take the next step and join her in peace. Lovers entwined just as these locks…bound together forever?

Wishing you all the best!

Writing Prompt #53

Apologies, once again, the day disappeared before I had a chance to post.  Here is this week’s Writing Prompt, an interesting image just waiting for a story!

WaterWorld

I took the Writing Prompt Challenge this week and will post a few flash fic pieces I wrote tomorrow.  Ready to join me?

Happy Writing!

Writing Prompt #52

Good afternoon, and welcome to Writing Prompt Wednesdays!

Now, I understand that I am not one to talk about accepting writing prompt challenges when I have written so few of them myself – so far only 21/51…eek!  But, the reason I continue to post them is in the hopes that you will find a little inspiration for your own creations.

If you’re interested in seeking out other images, I am a pin-happy fool over on Pinterest – feel free to browse my boards. 🙂

I found the following image intriguing, as it combined history, lost worlds, adventure, and mystery…what do you think?  What does it say to you?

LostTemple

If you’re inspired, don’t forget to share!  I look forward to seeing your creations!

Happy Writing!

*I believe this image was created by Theresa Thraen

Writing Prompt #51

Good afternoon, my fellow creatives!

As we have reached the halfway point in our week, I have decided to take advantage of the new found freedom that awaits me come Friday by outlining a few fan fiction pieces (while at work because why not?!) that have been stirring for some time, in addition to the sci-fi/space odyssey pilot I have bouncing around as well.  In that vein, I offer you the following Writing Prompt as inspiration…I suppose, a little for myself. 😉OriginHappy Writing!  And don’t forget to share your creations for the weekly Writing Prompt Challenge!

*Image by sinakasra

Writing Prompt #50

It’s Wednesday and today we have reached Writing Prompt #50!  I hope you’ve enjoyed all the images and will continue to share your work when you’re inspired.

This image is rather fitting considering I chose it two days ago, and yesterday I decided to quit my unethical job (we’ll save this story for another day).  This image makes me think about all the possibilities that now lie before me.

TheLIbrary

I look forward to seeing your creations!  Happy Writing!  And here’s to 50 more! 🙂

Writing Prompt #49

Happy Wednesday, everyone!  It’s Writing Prompt Day!

I was searching periodically through the day for something unique, but nothing really struck me until I saw this.

Photographer: Derry Moore (please credit) Public Relations & Marketing, the Royal Collection: 020-7839 1377

Photographer: Derry Moore 

As you all know by now, I have a love of all things English, so not hard to understand why I would like to find myself walking these halls (in an amazing gown).  🙂  Maybe that’s my story for this week…?

Does it inspire you?  Don’t forget to share for this week’s Writing Prompt Challenge and I’ll be sure to highlight you and your fantastic work!

Happy Writing!

Writing Prompt Challenge Accepted #11

Irene SheriThis image makes me think of the poem by Byron, “She Walks in Beauty” and I feel compelled to write a poem, which I just don’t do.  Be kind.  😉

She walks in moonlight with gentle grace

A coy smile upon her lips

A gentle sway in her hips

She knows he watches from a distance

The heat of his stare a fire upon her skin

A pause mid-step to relish the moment

Turns into a dance of seduction

At first she plays shy, ignoring the pull

She glances at the flowers

And tosses her hair

She hears the quick footsteps of her lover drawing near

Her heart skips a beat

And she waits

The footsteps have stilled

And yet she waits

A soft breeze stirs around her and she slowly turns

An innocent gesture draws his attention

One that stirs desire

She stands in moonlight

The embodiment of his heart’s silent yearning

He takes a step forward and reaches out

To find it all a dream

The following is a little excerpt from my Dragon Age fanfic that I am hoping to continue now that contest season is drawing to a close.  I’m not sure where this section will fall in the series, perhaps it’s the opening for Chapter 2: Redcliffe…?  I had this visual of my mage taking a moment after a battle.

For those unfamiliar with what I’m doing, I posted an image of concept art some time ago as a Writing Prompt from the game, Dragon Age Origins called the Brecilian Forest.  I was frustrated with my writing at the time and took to writing some fan fiction.  I loved it!  If you are interested in reading Chapter 1, click here.  It’s written in the first person like a journal.  *The following is a rough draft sample.

My feet swayed slightly across the surface of the water, causing a small ripple effect in the otherwise perfect stillness.  I sighed deeply, trying to gather my thoughts, when I heard the familiar footsteps of the one person I was trying to escape.

Should I do as Morrigan suggested or hold out for something more?  We had barely glimpsed the possibilities and I was feeling more compelled to play the paramour the more time I considered it.  What would it be like to be flirty?  How would he even respond?  Raised in the Chantry, I can imagine he’d blush.  Being free of the Circle was definitely expanding my horizons.

A moment later he was standing beside me.

“Would you care to join me?”  I asked.  I looked up, shielding my eyes from the glaring sun, and found Alistair without his armor.

A casual Alistair was quite the sight.  After the battle, the weight of his armor must have felt heavy, and he was quick to remove it.  I wondered who had aided him.  Surely not Sten?  I laughed a little at the thought.  His tunic and wool pants hung just so, and I had to force my gaze upward.  He looked tired.

“I don’t wish to interrupt your solitude.”  He countered.

Since Ostagar, one of us would seek out the other after any battle.  I had never even thought about that until this moment.  I patted the spot beside me, and smiled as he came to sit with me.  He removed his boots, rolled up his pant legs, and dipped his toes in the water.  He shivered slightly at the cool relief.

He didn’t say anything.  Neither did I.  We just sat there, dangling our feet.  I let my mind go blank and just reveled in the moment.  We had survived yet another fight.  We were still together.  As I sat beside him, I realized that I had never had a friend like him.  Things were just different in the Circle.  Alistair, regardless of circumstance, was my friend.  One I knew I could count on like no other.  That thought brought a special smile.  After a short time, I laid back on the dock, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the silence.  He soon followed suit.

“You were marvelous this night.”  His voice sounded distant, as if he were drifting off to sleep.

I turned to look at him and let my gaze linger, knowing I was not to be discovered.  He seemed at peace.  “As were you.”

I felt his hand drift closer to mine, just enough to touch, and that small hint sent my pulse racing.  And instead of fighting every impulse, I succumbed.  I let my hand move to take his, and when I felt his fingers intertwine with mine, I finally exhaled.  Out of the corner, I saw him glance my way.  After a long moment, which equated with me building up some semblance of nerve, I turned toward him, and was caught off guard by the innocent, bright smile that greeted me.  He inched over and closed the distance and I could not but help to smile in return.

Happy Friday everyone!

Writing Prompt #47

Welcome to Writing Prompt Wednesdays!

Since I first saw this piece I’ve been wanting to share it.  There’s just something so….well, what does it inspire in you?

Irene Sheri

Don’t forget to share the product of your inspiration!  I plan on sharing a bit tomorrow, and a little from my Dragon Age fanfic that I’m still working on (it needs lots of work).

Happy Writing!

*Beginning by artist Irene Sheri.