Well, as you may have guessed, I’m up on the QT/RS Blog Chain! Since I started the last one on how real your characters are to you, I’m the last to post on H.L. Dyer’s topic of How do you as an author choose or create your story-world and give that setting authenticity?
However, I don’t world build. I just don’t. Not consciously anyway. I’m gonna sound a little crazy, but I don’t really feel like I make up my worlds. I don’t plot. I get stuck worst when I don’t listen to my characters.
As most of you know, this novel started as a short story. It took seven years for my MC Eden to tell me the deal with her and the boys she had with her in the six pages that were written. Eventually, it was revealed that they were Reapers, and Eden was in charge of the Manhattan crew. So for this blog, I think it’s best to hand it over to the girl in charge of giving me the details of her world. QT Blog Chain, meet Eden…
Yeah, so as if I don’t have enough drama, I’m now doing the homework of others who conveniently don’t feel "qualified" at the last minute. Not only that, but I have to read a dozen or so other posts to catch up with what the hell she’s talking about with all the world building drama. But if the girl’s coming to me for help, you can bet she’s in deep, because she knows better.
So world building or whatever is apparently a bunch of research on stuff that goes on in a book you’re writing. How I qualify to write on this topic, I have no idea. So far, there aren’t any spaceships in my life. Though I’m all about corsets and petticoats, that’s as close to this world as I get. The Elana chick got close with her between life and death thing but Gabe is an angel and he loves cheese fries as much as the next guy. Az is Fallen, but he’s still a sucker for cotton candy, especially the Jersey Shore variety. Sorry, that’s as far as I got in the blogs but basically I’m assuming in world building I’m just supposed to talk about me. And if not, that’s what you’re getting. Suck it up, Princess.
We live in Manhattan – decent neighborhood. There’s an alley next to our building – walk through it and past a cabaret and you’ll hit Milton’s…best caramel lattes ever. Like crack in a cup. Maybe it is…. *shrugs. By we, I mean me (Eden), Adam (my second in command), Jarrod (who’s sarcasm would’ve gotten him smacked yesterday if it wasn’t so dead on) and James (our lost little lamb…so I have a heart. I take in strays when it benefits me. None of your business is it?).
There’s a new reaper who’s been trailing us lately. Libby. Think that chick on Heroes…save the cheerleader and all that? Yeah, spiffy little blonde ponytail and all. Clashes with my standards, but no one can pull off hot pink highlights on a black pixie like yours truely so it’s not like she’s competition. Plus I get to razz the boys when they get tongue tied over their new shiny. Trust me though, a week or two and she’ll fade.
Our world is just…our world. It’s where we live. It’s the things we do. Do you sit around all day plotting what some stranger’s apartment looks like? Neither does Leah. I open the door, and she looks in. Whether we have milk in the fridge or tp in the bathroom has nothing to do with her. The crappy picture Jarrod pulled out of the dumpster behind Milton’s was there before she got here. It was here after she left. It’ll probably still be there in all its 5th grade art class impersonation of Jackson Pollock glory next time she ventures over. Hopefully the milk will have been tossed by then, but it’s Jarrod’s week for trash duty, so no promises on that.
This chick is doing some kind of wrap up post to end the chain, because she started it. The next chain thingy is gonna be starting with Mary Lindsey tomorrow, so check it out if you’re into that kind of thing… Not sure what the topic will be, but maybe next round Leah will get her lazy ass in gear and do her own post.
Love and squishies and all that,