Friday, March 20th, 2015 09:54 pm
do-it-yourself guide to building an apocalyptic militia
So I had a moment of buh while looking at my posting stats in AO3.
Total Word Count: 3,192,064
Down to Agincourt series: 541,405 (and in progress)
Percent of Total: ~17%
Granted, there are several things I haven't posted there, but still.
I posted my first fanfic circa 1999, but roughly 17% of my total posted output was in the last nine months with three novels, and two of those are one and two on my longest novels list (A Thousand Lights in Space and It's the Stars that Lie, respectively). My five longest novels are those, Jus Ad Bellum (X-Men), Map of the World (book one of Agincourt), and War Games (Star Trek Reboot).
When I started this series--which was a freaking writing exercise, for fuck's sake--three years ago and it started growing, I made a joke about haha, this could reach 300,000 words. According to my last rough word count in my Agincourt workbook, because it needed one, the series will top 1.5 million words, and numbers immediately lose meaning for me just writing that.
...and I still can't tell you how this happened. My last clear memory was when I sat down and thought "I wonder what Cas and Lucifer's meeting after Dean's death in The End would be like". And in A Thousand Lights in Space (book three), I have the better part of a chapter devoted to the characters digging a giant hole for a new mess and observational relationship drama (and coffee).
Like, years ago,
hradzka described John Ringo's later books as man gets women and builds things and how that was super attractive as genre. I got it then, but I really really get it now; it's very fighting to save the world plus home improvement (...militia camp improvement?) and negotiating important trade alliances while learning to cook (and farm) and build a do-it-yourself camp LAN. There is something unbelievably satisfying about how after killing demons everyone goes home and works on that new addition to the cabin and fixing potholes and learning leatherworking and scheduling patrols in Excel before checking the reports you are adding to a Oracle database that patrol turns in on jump drives. And you have just enough time to go pilfer rugs from somewhere because the ones in the living room are hideous before cleaning your personal arsenal that takes up an entire closet and talking about what all your knives are made out of (titanium versus ceramic versus hardened steel).
Last clear memory: writing a angsty confrontation between Cas and Lucifer over Dean's dead body.
Current part I edited recently (about two books ahead): a sincere discussion regarding the pros and cons of certain colors of weather-resistant paint for Chitaqua's cabins. It's getting kind of heated and everyone is way too armed.
Total Word Count: 3,192,064
Down to Agincourt series: 541,405 (and in progress)
Percent of Total: ~17%
Granted, there are several things I haven't posted there, but still.
I posted my first fanfic circa 1999, but roughly 17% of my total posted output was in the last nine months with three novels, and two of those are one and two on my longest novels list (A Thousand Lights in Space and It's the Stars that Lie, respectively). My five longest novels are those, Jus Ad Bellum (X-Men), Map of the World (book one of Agincourt), and War Games (Star Trek Reboot).
When I started this series--which was a freaking writing exercise, for fuck's sake--three years ago and it started growing, I made a joke about haha, this could reach 300,000 words. According to my last rough word count in my Agincourt workbook, because it needed one, the series will top 1.5 million words, and numbers immediately lose meaning for me just writing that.
...and I still can't tell you how this happened. My last clear memory was when I sat down and thought "I wonder what Cas and Lucifer's meeting after Dean's death in The End would be like". And in A Thousand Lights in Space (book three), I have the better part of a chapter devoted to the characters digging a giant hole for a new mess and observational relationship drama (and coffee).
Like, years ago,
Last clear memory: writing a angsty confrontation between Cas and Lucifer over Dean's dead body.
Current part I edited recently (about two books ahead): a sincere discussion regarding the pros and cons of certain colors of weather-resistant paint for Chitaqua's cabins. It's getting kind of heated and everyone is way too armed.
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From:That's a lot of my word count once I got past intro and primary plot setup. Not to mention how a well-armed, well-trained militia that kills the supernatural avoids terrifying the towns they want to trade with and the fair market value of farm labor and hunting services when trading for food, cloth, and leather.
I love re-reading Qui Habitat just on social and economic grounds, so yeah, I approve of your focus like a lot.
Turning salt and homemade snickers bars into commodities beats space warfare. Figuring out how to raise an army is more fun that sending that army into combat.)
Heh, mine are socks, underwear, and cocoa as valuable trade commodities. There's a scene later where they're at a town party playing poker and the stakes are homemade wine, socks, yarn, silver (not for value; to make bullets and knives) and a priceless package of peanut butter cups and everyone is blown away by anyone risking commercial candy as stakes.
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From:I don't read WIPS because the but what happens next questions drive me crazy. The only problem here with that strategy is every new chapter prompts a little voice in the back of my mind saying start now and read realllllly slow and you won't catch up before it's done. Hah! I'd blitz though it in a month and then curl up in a corner whimpering until the next update.
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From:And so, nine months later, your story is the light of my life, and I am now invested in the garden Dean is going to plant for Cas, and how they make friends with Alison and Teresa and create a civil society almost from scratch. I am also really invested in hearing what happens to hippofucker. There was a brief drunken moment when I considered learning Demotic so that I could translate it myself, and then I remembered it doesn't exist.
In short, I am enjoying your worldbuilding immensely. :)
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From:I still have somewhere the beginning of a story I was writing by request of a reader of a group of non-commissioned personnel who had been wary about Starfleet due to the discrepancy of its official IDIC and unofficial view of religion being the province of the primitive or their view of the colonies as the equivalent of hicks. It was three pov: young ethnically Indian man who kept to traditional Hinduism, a colonist from an agrarian planet from a Quaker community, and a refugee of a non-Affiliated planet who kept to very 'alien' (to the Federation) religious practices, and their experience with Jim and Spock and especially Uhura from the United States of Africa convince them to give the program a try. Jim's born and bred Starfleet and knows in his bones all the unspoken rules and how to get around them, and he can teach them that, and Uhura's a natural academic as well an officer; she could not just tell them, but show them with Jim how to quite literally be the change they want in Starfleet because that's what's going to happen one way or another.
I didn't actually pull Jim's respect for cultural and religious differences from nowhere; in one of the better Trek novels, Jim as a student at the Academy acted as official defense of a young Native American woman who was about to get kicked out of Starfleet for wearing a very specific set of feathers that had tribal and religious significance to her (and in text, had her explain to Jim (who didn't really understand why she couldn't just not wear them) what they meant and why she did it); they won, by the way, and she kept her cultural identity.
I'd never seen a Trek hit religion from the other side before, and their best try--the Bajorans--was so hit or miss that it was really a surprise to see a writer tackle that even in passing and not make it about the evils of institutional religion but approach it from a sentient being rights perspective (that was influential in Amanda Grayson's bit in War Games, btw). IDIC isn't just about Us and Them at the biology/alien sense, but at the cultural and religious level, and acting like the second is primitive makes the first meaningless.
Trek shows mostly agnostic and atheist level people as officers, and it occurred to me for the first time the premise isn't 'the future is all science and no religion' but Starfleet self-selects out anyone who doesn't conform to that. There's only one way into Starfleet: the Academy. You can do a lot under the cover of rules for students and discipline and get away with it; it's not as if you have to go to the Academy, you can leave at any time, so technically, they can do a lot to make sure the right types stay. All for a good cause, of course: IDIC. Just not the icky kind of IDIC.
...Christ, now I do this here and not just in comments in fic. This is one of my buttons, because I love Trek like whoa, and if it won't canonically fix this issue, out of love I want to do it myself.
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From:And so, nine months later, your story is the light of my life, and I am now invested in the garden Dean is going to plant for Cas, and how they make friends with Alison and Teresa and create a civil society almost from scratch.
Which is what they are eventually going to be doing. I have plans for the infected zone and those corrupt border guards. So many. Plans. I wish I could outsource writing it, though; there's so much I want to do that just won't fit (I mean, I could literally write this story until the day I die, there's so many places here I want to explore).
I am also really invested in hearing what happens to hippofucker. There was a brief drunken moment when I considered learning Demotic so that I could translate it myself, and then I remembered it doesn't exist.
You say TKodami's hippofucker art, right? http://archiveofourown.org/works/2560289 <--if you haven't, GOOD GOD GO. It's just--magic. And Victorian hippo-porn.
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From:Your worldbuilding is the best. ♥
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