I feel so negligent for not having posted anything in two weeks. Damnit, two weeks? Really? Gah, well, if you follow me, I apologize for being the horrid blog slacker that I am/was. It’s not to say I haven’t been writing, for I have. I’ve just scrambling to prepare for NanoWriMo and make some major revisions to some previous chapters that I’m changing content to accommodate new plot designs. Blah, blah, been there, done that.
In preparation for NaNoWriMo, I’ve been focused on world-building and establishing both a firmer background for my universe and a greater framework of events that occurred within the past of my universe and of course what will occur in the future. As such, I’ve been writing less in the novel proper and more around the periphery of my narrative. The idea being that when November hits, I’ll stop anything that’s not part of the novel proper and just build the story for a solid month. This will be easier because I’ll already have worked out what should happen and when and I can keep my story straight because I know where my destination is. I know a lot of writers are very spontaneous, writing using a stream-of consciousness method, but I need to have a map, especially since my my story has a lot of interconnecting gears to drive the machine forward.
Today, I’m going to depart from novels and steampunk (yet not too far) to share with the world my joy on this day. Three years ago, I had the highest honor and utter bliss to become married to my lovely, wonderful, supportive wife. She is my wind of inspiration, my loving toughest critic, my supporter, my heroine. She is the one that rekindled my desire to write, repaired a spirit long trodden to dust and gave me the spark to reignite my soul. I write as much for her as for myself. I could devote an endless parade of words, of homage and love to her, yet this is not a day for my words, but for our wonderful union. Instead, I’m going to honor her and our marriage by sharing with the world a glimpse back on that day three years ago.
So tonight I was on my way to pick up dinner for my wife and I, when I happened to turn on my radio and started listening to NPR. The show was a retrospective featuring “Tell Me More” host, Michel Martin. The discussion was largely about the effects that the decline of traditional newsprint media was having on public discourse and the distribution of information. As an aspiring author, the decline of printed media in favor of digital media and digital distribution has been something that has weighed heavily on my mind since I first decided to pursue this vocation. While speculative fiction is in no way synonymous with journalism, there are similarities. I’ll get to those in a bit, thought.