Saturday, August 09, 2008

Copycat Tigers

Tigers are sneaky and should probably trusted no further than you can throw them, which, considering the weight of your average grown-up tiger, is like zero-distance. You couldn't even lift one of those babies! 300+kg. Try it sometime if you don't believe me.

This report should serve to drive the point about the untrustworthiness of tigers home:

Copycat tiger attack at zoo

Which reminds me that Dance of Tigers is still extant! Whatever happened to it? Lest anyone thinks that it'll never come, rest assured that it will.

The move across the Tasman certainly held up things. Also, I'm not the kind of 'writer' who requires the 'daily-discipline' approach to getting things written. I know this is like a mantra of sorts with many writers and writing-teachers—the latter being would-be writers, who find it easier to teach than to do. It probably helps when you're starting off along this road and need something to get you from the 'I-want-to-be-a-writer' stage to the 'I've-actually-written-a-shitload-of-good-stuff' phase of things.

Also, a lot of 'professional' writers consider it almost like a badge of professional respectability and credibility. "A writer is someone who writes."

True enough. By the same logic a story teller is someone who tells stories. And, somehow, stories don't just come into existence out of nothing; and neither does their genesis and development require you to sit there staring at a computer screen, with a keyboard beneath your fingers. Personally, I find that the most productive time for me to devise stories, or work out story bits and pieces, or have new ideas or whatever, is actually when I'm out just walking; preferably outside city confines somewhere. It's not 'must', but it is definitely 'conducive'. Not a computer in sight or reach—which, so I've come to think, is actually a good thing, because the absence of said essential equipment makes you want it there and then, and that creates a very beneficial tension.

Everybody has his or her own methodology, I guess. In my case, there's an issue also of needing something to say, over and above mere plot and stuff going on. Whatever that is, is hard to predict. It's got to do whatever life throws up as 'important', I suppose; and that, as is in the nature of things, isn't subject to sufficiently precise analysis. By now, with the move and everything that occasioned it, plus whatever came with and from and was dislodged by it, a lot of things have added themselves to the substrate of meta-story that goes with the story-proper.

It gets to the point, eventually, where there's so much of it that it's like a dam being overloaded with the water building up behind it. Dance of Tigers is very close to that.

Of course, you never know if some other story doesn't come along suddenly and steals the show for a while. Or a screenplay maybe. Still, in the end, there will be just what there has to be for making Dance of Tigers into whatever it has to be—said 'whatever it has to be' gaining shape with every day that passes.

I know, the world isn't exactly hankering after DoT like it was the next Harry Potter, but I consider the obligation to get it done one day soon a personal one. Maybe not writing it for a pining audience is actually better. Like with the previous sequels to Keaen, (First Edition, with the Second Edition being in the final stages of being edited: another holdup in my general production flow), I had a lot of freedom to write the story I wanted to write, without having to take into consideration others' expectations.

So, yes, Gaston Huil with his pet tiger will come to Tethys, and it isn't going to be a good thing for the people there. And only a very devious scheme to deceive him, plus a crapload of luck is going to prevent Tethys from becoming yet another part of the Authority's grand rule.

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