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The conceit for my Wizard Detective Fhiad stories is that Fhiad goes out into the world and investigates mysteries while occasionally writing to Agnes, who sits in the wizard university library and reads.

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The moral of this particular story is that: (a) necromancy is bad; and (b) I’ve got it down bad for lesbian MILFs.
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The query letter for An Unfound Door has been driving me insane. I have several short pitches for the novel that I've honed to a fine sheen, but the pitch presented by the initial agent query letter needs to follow a specific formula that isn't well-suited to describing this particular story.

Based on my research for comp titles, An Unfound Door is relatively suited to the genre market itself, and its narrative progression follows the "Save the Cat" structure fairly closely. Still, the central conflict is a bit more complicated than the standard pitch formula can accommodate, and its stakes are more difficult to describe than "something important needs to be saved from danger." It's actually not that hard to summarize in 400 words, but 150 words is a challenge.

I've always been working under the assumption that I'm going to face tough odds in finding an agent, but now the reality of the situation is right in front of me. I am nothing and no one, and anything less than a perfect pitch is going to be immediately discarded. I therefore have to confront the very real possibility of this novel never going anywhere at all.

I can always say that I had a good time writing a story that appeals to my interests, and that it was a pleasure to work with so many independent artists as I imagined the characters and their world. Time spent doing something you love is never time wasted, after all. Still, I have a lot of faith in this project, and I'd really like to be able to share it with other people. I also, very deeply and sincerely, want to have a career as a writer.

Before any of that, though, there's just this one very simple but very difficult thing.
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At a certain point I realized that, if my art posts are only going to get one or two notes, then it doesn't matter if they're perfect. I can draw whatever I want. It can be messy, and that's fine. I can be self-indulgent and draw backgrounds filled with mistakes. That's okay actually.

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I finished the first draft of the last chapter of An Unfound Door; and, while I was editing, I decided that one of the minor characters should be female instead of male. As a treat to myself. So now I'm going back into Chapter Six and writing a scene with this character, and I'm falling in love with her.

As the evening progressed, Agnes found her attention claimed by the Duchess of Margrave, a tall and broad-shouldered woman with an easy smile and gray eyes as pale as her wheat-colored hair. Margrave had survived her late husband with a gaggle of bachelor sons, each of whom was as strapping as their mother. The duchess reminded Agnes of a sunflower, standing a head above the crowd and beaming. Her affability was infectious, and she made no attempt to veil the eligibility of her sons, whom she praised like the horses for which her duchy was justifiably famous.

Agnes may prefer dark and brooding monster men, but I would happily marry one of the bisexual horse lady's large adult sons. Or maybe I'll skip the sons; I hear she's single.
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Although I haven't quite finished the final chapter, I'm going back to the beginning of An Unfound Door to start the second-pass editing.

I didn't keep any sort of progress record, but I seem to remember that I got the idea for this novel in late August 2022. I wrote the first eight chapters in a flash between September and October 2022 before running out of steam. I then wrote five more chapters in October and November of 2023 before returning to the novel in earnest in April of this year.

In other words, it's been something of a fractured process. I was therefore worried that the early chapters would have no bearing on the more recent chapters.

Thankfully, everything that needs to be in the first three chapters is there. The two main characters have distinct voices and personalities, and their motivations are clear. The setting and background conflicts are introduced with enough detail to be interesting but still mysterious. All of the important characters are briefly mentioned by name, and their relationship to the two primary characters is clear. Two of the main fantasy elements of the story that will become much more important later are also briefly mentioned, albeit subtly. The foreshadowing doesn't draw attention to itself. The language is evocative without being flowery, and the two main characters have good chemistry. Also, if I do say so myself, the opening hook is original and compelling.

At 7,500 words, these three chapters present a self-contained narrative arc that will make a strong first thirty pages. Obviously it's not up to me to determine whether this project is viable, but hopefully it checks all the boxes that an agent would be looking for in the initial inquiry package.
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I hope this isn't delusional, but I'm starting to think about the query letter. 😬

This is my one-sentence pitch for Fhiad to artists btw: "Fhiad is a traveling wizard detective investigating a series of murders at an isolated castle."

That's not who he is in this novel, but I have plans for him. The second I finish the first draft of the last chapter of An Unfound Door, I'm going to start writing my first short mystery story starring wandering wizard detective Fhiad.
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The irrepressibly brilliant Emily Cheeseman drew Fhiad from An Unfound Door, and my goodness.

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It's difficult to summarize what's going on with this character, so I settled on describing where I see him in ten years. An Unfound Door has got to be one of the most elaborate backstories ever written, but I have no regrets. And this is a bit embarrassing, but I used to write a lot of Sherlock Holmes pastiches when I was younger. I bet I could still pull it off. Murder mysteries are always more fun when magic is involved, right?
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The errant knight Caelif rides to Faloren Castle from the south. Through Caelif’s eyes, the reader sees the castle city, which was once grand but has fallen into decline. Caelif enters the castle and is greeted by Agnes’s cousin Galien, with whom he shares a professional and romantic partnership. After they sleep together, Caelif admits to Galien that he believes Fhiad to be the demon he fought and defeated. Galien assures Caelif that Fhiad is no danger to Agnes, and he confesses that he’s far more concerned with who may have abducted her in the first place.

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Fhiad and Agnes enter the abandoned west wing of the castle by crossing a bridge, which crumbles into the lake after Fhiad shows Agnes how to break the magical seal that had previously barred her entry. As they walk, Fhiad admits that he wasn’t good at being a prince. All he wanted was to leave Erdbhein for the university in Cretia, as his talent at magic was the only thing that set him apart from his sisters. After entering the ruined section of the castle, Fhiad and Agnes play with the magical tools left behind in a lecture hall, gleefully not caring about the damage they cause.

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Fhiad reflects on the uncanniness of the empty castle as he leads Agnes to his room. The study has been preserved, but the bedroom has been overgrown by plants and flowers. Fhiad is overcome by a sense of loss, and Agnes suggests that they rest and eat before continuing. After describing Erdbhein before the war, Fhiad talks about his three sisters, all of whom were highly competent administrators. He tells Agnes that he got his talent at magic from his mother, and that his dream was to build monumental stone structures aboveground to complement the stonework in Erdbhein’s mines. While leaning on Fhiad’s shoulder, Agnes falls asleep against him as he talks.

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Now that Fhiad has taken the form of a demonic boar, Agnes is able to ride him through the woods. They make quick progress through the mountain forest, stopping only for Agnes to rest. During one of their breaks, Fhiad leads Agnes to an overlook from which she can see the overgrown ruins of the empty city in the valley. As they approach Erdbhein Castle’s back entrance, husks emerge from what used to be a village that housed the castle staff. Fhiad is frightened, so Agnes dismounts and comforts him as she leads him across a bridge and into the castle’s rear courtyard. More husks emerge, and Fhiad is paralyzed with fear. Agnes reverts him to his human form, and they escape into the castle keep.

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After crossing the outdoor courtyard of the west wing of the castle, which is filled with bones, Fhiad and Agnes enter the main library of the former magic academy. It’s in disarray, but Agnes finds a reading room that’s still in good condition. While searching the shelves, Fhiad remembers how he was seduced and betrayed by Agatha, the princess of his era. Fhiad lashes out at Agnes, who weathers his emotional storm and tells him that she’s found a book with illustrations of the three keystones needed to open the door in the courtyard. Two of these stones are in Faloren, but the third is in Erdbhein. Agnes proposes that they travel there, revealing that she has experience fighting magically preserved corpses called husks.

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Preindustrial travel, and long explanations on why different distances are like that
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The general rule of thumb for preindustrial times is that a healthy and prime-aged adult on foot, or a rider/horse pair of fit and prime-aged adults, can usually make 20-30 miles per day, in fair weather and on good terrain.

Twenty miles a day on foot sounds perfectly reasonable to me. I think maybe the lived experience of American and Canadian suburban sprawl makes it seem like twenty miles isn't a great distance, but it's fairly substantial. If you live in a place that retains traces of its preindustrial society, like England or Japan, it's a comfortable half-day's walk from one town to another. Unless we're talking about one of the major citystates on the Silk Road, one "domain" or "kingdom" is going to be relatively small by modern standards. Obviously nobody's going to live out in the middle of the woods or the mountains, but there are plenty of places for a traveler to eat and rest.

I mean, I love continent-spanning RPGs as much as anyone else, but a territory the size of New Jersey is plenty epic and has a good diversity of biomes. In the novel I'm currently writing, a remote ruined kingdom is maybe, like, a two-and-a-half-hour drive from where the characters start.

... ... ...damn I just got misty-eyed thinking about a world where we didn't have to own cars. It's okay. I'm fine.
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Agnes and Fhiad have a brief conversation with Galien and Caelif before departing from Faloren Castle. Fhiad’s personality becomes warmer and more open as they travel across the countryside. He’s friendly to travelers, and he shares his memories of the university in Cretia with Agnes. In the evenings, Agnes stretches and practices the sword forms that she learned from Mylah, who left the castle shortly after Fhiad’s arrival and hasn’t returned since. On the first night after they enter the northern forest, Fhiad watches Agnes practice and confesses that his magic won’t be useful against what they’ll face in Erdbhein. He asks that Agnes remember him as human before transforming himself into a boar.

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I guess I’m back to writing these chapter summaries. It feels a bit odd to be the only person in my own fandom, but someone’s got to do it.
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I love words, but I'm a visually oriented person at heart. I’ve never been able to get a handle on the character Fhiad from An Unfound Door, partially because I have no idea what he looks like.

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Lucida Sidera hasn't opened applications yet, but I've been thinking about what stories I'd like to pitch them.

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All three of these pieces would fit nicely into 1,500 words, but they also seem like the sort of stories that wouldn't get any hits or kudos on AO3. I need to think about how to give these pitches more punch, and I also need to think about what to use as my writing samples.

And finally, I should probably set up a portfolio on Carrd. I've been putting this off, but I think it's time. For my icon, I might just use the portrait of Agnes that the zine's promo artist, Allison McKenzie, created for me. I'll probably never get An Unfound Door published; but if I do, I'm going to have to figure out a better way to describe it than to say "this is fanfic about a Final Fantasy game that I wanted to make when I was younger."
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I stopped writing An Unfound Door at the end of 2022 for three reasons.

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So how about I just write what makes me happy?
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It’s not quite a beat sheet, but I wrote an updated chapter outline for An Unfound Door. It’s going to have 24 chapters and around 65,000 words, which is a solid first novel and perfect for the YA category. Also... that means I’m already 1/3 done!

I’m thinking about changing the way I write to try to get rough drafts of the remaining chapters out as quickly as possible. I can worry about editing and chapter summaries and #WIPWednesday preview graphics later. In the meantime, I’m not sure I can pull off 2,000 words a day, but I can aim for 1,000.
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Agnes and Fhiad meet in the library on the morning after the summer court opens. Agnes wakes before dawn out of habit, while Fhiad has been up all night reading as he tries to catch up on the past hundred years of history. Fhiad left the library to get tea, and he returns just as Agnes is studying the books he left on a desk. They sit down together, and he apologizes for snapping at her and making wild proclamations.

When Agnes asks Fhiad if he would truly wish to destroy Faloren if he found Soreiya’s Tear, he explains that doing so would be impossible, as the cost for performing magic on such a large scale would require an unimaginably high cost. Magic is taboo in Faloren, so Agnes knows nothing about how it works. Fhiad gives a demonstration. Agnes is so amazed that she asks a clueless question, thus chilling the warmth of the intimate moment.

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