I got started at the writing cabin fairly early today. Lisa Burton, my robotic assistant was in a snit.
“I don’t know how to flatten my skull so I can cosplay one of those Boondish people in your story.”
“Don’t worry about it. If they get any lines at all, they’re going to be minimal.”
“I have some adjustable parts so I can change my facial features, but not to that extent.”
“Maybe you can try a hair bump. A big one.”
“It would have to be big, but I might try it.”
“I wouldn’t worry about it. The root monsters get plenty of dialog, and you haven’t tried to dress up like one of them.”
“I suppose that’s true. So what are we writing today?”
“James is wounded, he’s had his vision, and they’re still running from the big storm. They don’t know it, but they’re on their way to Bungo Bungo.”
“What’s with all these names?”
“I’m trying to borrow from the Pacific islands as much as possible. I set Lanternfish in a fantasy world to avoid comparison to another famous Pirate adventure. I’m also avoiding any Carribean references if I can.”
“Got it, so what’s on the agenda?”
“James has to process his vision, then make a new plan without all the data he’d like.”
“Doesn’t that happen in all the stories?”
“You caught me. I think it’s an important part of character building. Because they have the second ship, and all the extra mouths, they’re running low on food. They can’t just pull into McDonalds and fill up. Serang even has them using boards and hand lines to catch fish.”
“That calls back to her own book, so that’s kind of cool.”
“When I was a kid, people used to troll in boats with a board wrapped in fishing line. It’s totally not PC today, but everyone called such a rig a Chinaman.”
“Oh, so you made the connection in your mind that Serang would know about this way of fishing.”
“Yeah, but I don’t come right out and call it that. Besides, it’s a fantasy world, there is no China.”
Lisa left to try bumping her hair to absurd levels, and I went to work. James processed his vision, healed his burns, but not his bad back, and they escaped the storm. They made it to the floating island called Bungo Bungo, and even stepped on the beach. Then I had to give up for the day.
Bungo Bungo is a magical place, and because it moves around, it’s going to have a variety of things from all over the world occupying it. I’m pretty excited to get going on this section, but ran out of gas.
I started the weekend at about 31000 words, added around 2000 on Saturday. Sunday I didn’t do anything. I never broke 40000 words, but I’m thiiiiiis close. That means today came in at just under 7000 words, and that’s the best day I’ve had in a long time.
The magical beer horns sounded, and were chased into the office by a pair of root monsters. Beer sloshed all over the floor. I scooped one up before the monsters made a mess of things.
Something tells me Lisa is going to put the monsters back in the vegetable crisper while I’m at work.