Things are progressing as they ever are. Sometimes I think the key to a perpetual motion machine would somehow involve me working on this novel. Chapter 4 is… maybe half done at this point. Maybe a little more. I’m not entirely sure. I keep adding little nods from Fate to Kate’s end of day and each time I get a little smirk on my face. Which, I suppose, is a little disturbing.
Over yesterday’s lunch hour I created a new folder. One aptly titled Nanowrimo 2012. Currently it contains a single document. Ideas. I started fleshing out some of the ideas that I’ve had rattling around my mind. The killer now has a certain style, certain requirements, and a preferred method of subduing his targets. The protagonist has a suitable tragic back story and his own personal problems to overcome. Some of the plot points were jotted down as well, though I’m sure I’ll refine and expand on them prior to the start of November.
There is, I think, something amusing about imagining the future. Story wise it gives a lot of ground to play with. And having it set at the transitional period where space travel is on the cusp of being common place allows for the fantastical without needing to explain, especially with a first person perspective from a man disinterested in the advances. To have all of this wonderous technology evolving and the people not being affected by it yet. Just the average person going about their day, doing their best to survive while companies are planning mining colonies on Mars. Exploration of Titan. To have all these hints that humanity, as a whole, has finally gotten its act together and have them shattered by the realization that no matter what people don’t change. That no matter how evolved we become, how far our species spreads across the universe, there will be the psychotic individuals who will kill because they are compelled to. For whatever reason they deem fit.
I suppose I just enjoy the potential dichotomy of optimism and pessimism in the story I want to tell.