Let's start a novel!

Jaded @ 2004-11-27 13:37:13
Haven’t any idea or beginning in mind yet. Just wanna shout this suggestion across and get into some kind of motion when the time is ripe.
Let’s be spontaneous, and crazy, and stream-of-consciousness-ish, and eclectic, and free in thoughts and forms and structures and languages, let there be prose, poetry, lyrics, aphorisms, what-have-you, let there be romance and existential angst, le there be watercolors and oil paintings, songs and choreography…
Let there be Light.

Juded @ 2004-11-27 13:54:52
great you have my full support all the way to milkyway. this idea has been hanging there for a long time at the back of my mind, let''s do it! we can start anywhere, any theme. what about we set our players first, just names, suggest some. and about what kind of format, i was thinking of the bram stoker dracula journal style, as if every entry is an independent entity, but you''ll soonish find that they''re all linked in some way. like A and B mentions C in their journals and what happened b/w them, B might not know A, we can paint of web of characters, link them up any way we want. n we can really create lots of characters, let''s even code ourselves into some of them. i might just put you as the tarot card ''the hermit'' or ''the fool'', who meets ''the towers'' or the ''magician''. i''m not suggesting any fantasy-like all surreal story plot, what i mean is, our players have these inherent characters which somehow define them as who they are, then a web of life ensues. getting exciting, just let it flow!!

Juded again @ 2004-11-27 14:11:52
this is what i originally thought, and i told another 2 pple(note: they''re the ENGIN pple), i asked ''who wants to pick up the idea n write a novel?'' they both sort of scorned, wat the heck, guess you''ll do this much better since you read so many detectives, i only have this intangible mess of idea at the back of my mind, but might just be of some interest in case u wanna pick up n integrate it somewhere
It wasn’t exactly a dream. I might be formulating my own ideas inside that so-called dream. I remembered I told my friend a story about this novel, which later involved into a more complex web of betrayal, murder, love etc. Let’s give it a name, I’m bad at titling. Just a title. Just a second. Mmm, I can’t think of a title. Better call it Novel X A small literature class of small size, roughly 20 more or so students who have never met each other before. And it’s their first day of class. Their professor gave them a project, title: not to be decided until the end of the project. Duration: depends, but there’s a due date, 3 months from now, let’s make it end nicely on April Fools’. Plot: there isn’t one. However, there’s a starting paragraph. What is it? I can’t remember. Why not make up one. Which might say, here’s a room, almost empty you say, but there’s one desk which makes you hesitate to say the word ‘empty’, and above all, there’s a man at the desk, biting his pen. You can make out the teeth marks. He’s thinking , musing, deeply entrapped in his own web of imagination, or is it deadlock we’re not sure. But we can see his pages are empty. There’s only a date, 1 April. He needs his players, he needs a protagonist. Probably a girl to start with, then continue to invite in more to make the plot going. He stared hard at the blankness and suddenly start to scrabble with a fury that started us. Here you say there’s nothing special about it, just write a multi paragraph novel. Well, that’s why it’s a dream. Dreams are mad. It’s a dynamic novel. Not to be completed by one person alone. For every 2 weeks’ cycle, writings are to be exchanged at random. To whom the unfinished pieces are passed on is unknown. Scripts are deposited in a black box and redrawn by the next one, but who? Nobody knows. No complaints, no grudge. Write on as if it’s your own work. They don’t know each other. How is that possible? Communication is strictly forbidden. Let’ s just idealize the situation for now. They can’t even tell the handwriting coz it’s typewritten. There’re always ways to know. Loopholes everywhere, or chances, or traps. The same beginning takes on different flows. Life of the writer at the desk takes different turns. … A girl gets to know the secrets of a boy, or she thinks it’s a he. And keeps the secrets well. They’re pen pals in love. One of them becomes a detective story. Horrible crime commited on paper. On the day of submission, murder took place. It was april 1st. Who wrote the plot? Too many. Who did it? No one, everyone. A paper is stolen and returned a day later. Everything’s the same except the ending’s different. Why should it be changed? They’re each independent happening. They’re all linked.

Jaded @ 2004-11-28 2:27:03
great idea! tarot cards and a multiple-character thing set in a small, closed environment sounds very good gothic fun,and a good place to start! reminds me of agatha christie''s ten little niggers, aka and then there were none (sudden shudders and goose pimples)..i''ll think up more stuff to flesh up the skeleton~