2022 Finale
Happy New Year’s from Jen, Kent, Lady Marzipan, and the Bandit Lord!
Two people writing as a team can have advantages over soloist authors. But to have a fruitful writing partnership we must adopt a process that utilizes our strengths, and we need a relationship that’s strong enough to support the endeavor. Here’s where we explore the matter from various angles.
Happy New Year’s from Jen, Kent, Lady Marzipan, and the Bandit Lord!
Neither of us is super into the holidays, but there are some traditions we enjoy. Chief among them is our annual display of stichomaniacal festivity. Instead of using our snazzy writing prompt generator (like we do every week), at this time of year we choose a seasonally appropriate source for our prompt phrases. In the past we’ve drawn quotes from our favorite holiday movies and lyrics from carols. This year we found a nigh-inexhaustible list of Hallmark and Lifetime Christmas movies and pulled some amusing snippets from the synopses. It’s fun to imagine all of these crammed into one mega-movie. As always, Jen goes first. She’ll write until she incorporates the first prompt phrase, then turn the keyboard over to Kent. We’ll trade back and forth until we’re done. Wish us luck!
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Zeus Pamplemousse snickered. “The only celebrities in Moonopolis are robots, of course. The most famous amongst all the bots is a rambunctious corgi in need of some serious training, and we all know the word I want to hear doesn’t rhyme with K-9. You fool.”
Were I the star of a 1970s-era show about a brilliant, competitive crossword puzzle-solving biology teacher who foils criminals on weekends, the writers would have supplied me with the perfect line in response. But I was on my own. And I was freaking out, my mind spinning worst-case-scenarios about Tessa and Zeus. He’s a king and I am merely a general. If I fail to say the word, the misunderstood grouch just may steal her heart! I’d end up like all the former ambassadors and attaches living now in exile in Mother’s former candle-making cottage. No! That was not how this would end. I drew in a deep breath. “Zeus,” I began, keeping my eye on Tessa in hopes she would signal me if I got close to the correct word. “I know full well that the word does not rhyme with K-9, just as you know full well that I know full well it does not. This is no trifling matter. You and I are butting heads over more than just architecture, we are matching wits over the heart of the most magnificent woman in the world.”
Tessa’s eyes sparkled at my compliment, and she fluttered her lashes. For a moment it seemed like she was blinking in Morse code, but no Academy alumna would ever resort to such a basic scheme. Unless she knew that Zeus didn’t know Morse code, being too busy with lunar affairs of state like the annual Christmas Eve courtroom production of Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer to ever bother learning it. If it was Morse code, then the first letter was a D, followed by O, N…
T, F, O, R. G, E, T… the letters were coming quickly now… T,O, D, R, I, N, K…
Tessa always was a jokester. In fact she quit her job as a rocket engineer to concentrate on her standup routine wherein she does all her bits in character as a spy who went undercover as the royal nanny but was found out because she pilfered all of the linens in the castle to create a tuxedo for one of the city’s most eligible bachelors, which wasn’t part of her nanny duties.
In any case, she was clearly not going to help me help her out of her current peccadillo. Did she want to join the harem of the Moon King? Had she tired of being single and ready to jingle?
bonus points for using them in order
We’re taking the day off to spend some time with our kid before we have to drive him to the airport. Enjoy your own time with family and friends, and we’ll meet here next week to wish each other Happy New Year’s.
At the beginning of each year we try to map out what we hope to accomplish with our writing in the following 12 months, and in December we look back and see how we did. And, seeing as how it’s mid-December, it’s that time again.
Way back in January we set two main goals for 2022: writing As Yet Untitled Ghost Novel #1, and taking a trip to Europe. Break out the champagne, because we did both of those things!
We didn’t finish Book 1, but we got a lot accomplished. Nearly 85,000 words! For a lot of stories that would be enough to tell the whole tale, but not for good old As Yet Untitled Ghost Novel #1. This bad boy is going to be quite hefty. As for the sub-prediction that most of our work would take place in the Primary Writing Cave, we totally blew that one. The lure of the Auxiliary Cave’s fireplace was too strong. We worked downstairs almost exclusively, well into spring, and started up again as soon as the air got crisp. Call us spoiled.
So spoiled that we managed to sneak in a quick trip to Bermuda in addition to our long-delayed European escape. See, the Europe trip was originally scheduled for March of 2020, and we all remember what happened in March of 2020. We postponed our big getaway several times before it finally happened. It was totally worth the wait. We had a fabulous, exhausting time. And we didn’t even get covid! Thanks omicron booster! We’ll post more about it later, but here’s a taste to whet your appetite.
In summary, we would rate our performance as Meets Expectations. We’re chugging along, not sailing. A good writing partner is one who likes to enjoy the view with you, no matter what speed you’re going.
It’s time once again for our Blog Year in Review wherein we review what we talked about on the blog all year. It’s such a difficult concept, we’re sure you all appreciate the explanation. We just finished rereading several years’ worth of Chain Story posts, so this fits right in.
Reviewing what was on our minds throughout the year is a really nice way for us to remind ourselves of the progress we’ve made on our various projects, so here we go.
We started off the year trying to prepare ourselves for the dive into a new project that we’d spent the majority of 2021 planning out. January saw us fretting about writing again for the first time in a long time, and putting off the writing a bit longer by drawing maps.
By February we had run out of excuses, and at long last put our fingers to the keyboard (not to brag or anything, but we actually have two keyboards :o ). Between debates about how prevalent we wanted the ghosts to be in our ghost story, we spent our free time watching movies and reading books about the supernatural.
March had us in the thick of writing, but still early enough in the project to still be working out details about the flavor we were going for. How much sex would be on the page, and how graphic would it be? How are we going to handle all the swears? Are our characters potty-mouths, or prim and proper olde timey gentlefolk? How large are our ghosts? So many questions.
April brought our first roadtrip of the year, which of course meant brainstorming, which led us to uncovering a truly appalling event in the backstory of a couple of characters. Even now it makes us shudder. We also gave a quick rundown of our daily work habits, and talked a bit about that old bugbear, continuity
In May we were concerned about pacing, and the agonies of titling. Fun Fact: when you have four books, you need four titles! <<insert The More You Know shooting star>>
Throughout June we were getting to know our characters better, rhapsodizing about our process, and dropping tantalizing hints about our plot through talking about our research topics.
In July we offered some advice about making sure your (non-psychic) characters aren’t precognitive about their fates. Jen had a new batch of stubs in the oven, and we warned of the perils of not sticking to your writing schedule.
It’s really hot in Bermuda in August, but that didn’t stop us from visiting and having a great time. Check out the pictures — they’re real pretty! Kent ran out of stubs before Jen finished the new batch, so he spent some time working on the prose outline for Untitled Ghost Novel #2, but then Jen finished and we both jumped back into writing. Whew!
When you plot out four books at once, you end up with some contradictory notes. In September we talked about dealing with that, as well as our Writing Cave renovations, and gave some advice about critiquing other people’s work.
Every once in a while Kent gets in his feelings about writing advice and how most people do it wrong. We worked through some of that in October.
Exhausted from that, we went in a different direction in November, revising the ancillary materials for our chain story. Jen started writing more new stubs, and then we were attacked by turkeys and pies and all meaningful work stopped for a while.
Which brings us to December, which is Now for those of you keeping track at home. We swept our guests and their pets out the door and have just a few short weeks until they come back again and our productivity plummets. We’ve crept back into the Auxiliary Writing Cave to try to put this time to good use (while basking in the warmth of the fireplace). It’s going slowly, but it is going.
The best writing partner the one you still want to cuddle with after deciding together that your characters did indeed do *that.*
Recently, we posted about our ambitious plans for holiday-season productivity. And we’re sure you’ve been holding your collective breath awaiting news about how it’s going.
Well. We have made some progress, but not like we were hoping. Our weekends and evenings just seem to evaporate lately. Weird.
A writing partner is someone to keep you company in a turkey-coma.
We’re still too sluggish from yesterday’s repast to do anything but laze around in comfy pants. Hope your Thanksgiving is going just as well.
See you next week!
Time moves strangely in our chain story. Our unnamed protagonist has been riding on his wife’s zeppelin since the end of freakin’ February! He’s been in the bathtub since mid-September.
It’s a lovely zeppelin, as all Royal Contrarian Airships are. It has catacombs and courtyards, a sauna, a petting zoo, a bistro (complete with cutlery freezer), a print shop, escalators, an ice rink, a chapel, a reception hall with a light-up dance floor, and even ice cream karaoke trucks. Like most Contrarian airships, its dental infirmary is rudimentary at best (with off-brand novocaine), but it more than makes up for that with its spectacular bee tapestry (so the chefs always have fresh honey to drizzle over pancakes). And yet, perhaps it’s time to land this sucker and move the story along.
Our chain story started quite by accident. Jen wrote a weird little prompt about a dude under a pier and Kent found himself hungry for context. Et voila! And now it’s been years. It’s hard to remember a time before the chain story, and it’s hard to envision a world after it ends. It could conceivably go on forever. And yet we (read: mostly Kent) sometimes yearn for the freedom to write prompts that are not of the chain story.
But how do you end something so unwieldy and wild? It seems impossible to tie up all the loose ends into any kind of satisfying conclusion. But does it really need a satisfying ending? With no real beginning, does it really need to be tied up with a bow? And yet we’ve been immersed in this crazy world for so long it feels rude to just walk away.
Maybe we’ll aim for 1000 installments. We’re most of the way there already. If that’s the case (and I’m freaking out a little just typing these words), do we want to plan an ending to aim for? Or just meander that way and hope something good arises? It would feel bizarre to suddenly try to steer this thing, but it feels negligent to trust it to find its own way home.
A writing partner is someone who holds your hand as you spiral endlessly about the silliest things.
Turns out, when you neglect to update the Dramatis Personae for your chain story for literal years, a bunch of new characters and locations pop up. As part of our long-overdue refresh, allow us to introduce them to you.
First, two new siblings:
And now the friends and enemies:
We have also encountered some exciting new organizations!
And a few new exotic locations!
Plenty of other characters, organizations, and locations have had their entries updated, so check them out!
Every now and then when we’re writing our ridiculous chain story we need a reminder about who all these bizarre characters are and what sort of shenanigans and crimes they’ve been up to. We have enough to keep track of for our novel writing, and there’s no way we can do that and cram the entirety of the chain story into our heads as well. It’s nearly 750 entries long, FFS!
Luckily, we have a solution: the Dramatis Personae. That’s right, a nigh-exhaustive list of all the important characters, places, and organizations in our ongoing saga is just one of the services we at SkelleyCo Amalgamated Fiction Enterprises LLC are proud to offer. Unluckily for both you the reader, and us, is that we hadn’t updated the damn thing in several years. Oops. For a while we were able to remember enough to limp along. We thought we were doing pretty well, but Jen just reread the whole thing, and, um. Let’s just say we forgot a few minor things. Like an entire wedding. A wedding our protagonist was the groom in. Granted, he was impersonating someone else, and the bride was a robot duplicate of his true love, so it probably doesn’t really count. But still, as the authors who put him in that situation, we ought to at least remember it. And so, it was time to update the Dramatis Personae, for newcomers, stans, and for ourselves. Dammit, we all deserve nice things.
We’ll start with an update on our main dude himself. He’s still unnamed, but at least he doesn’t go around calling himself The Protagonist, like some movie characters we could mention but won’t.
Our Protagonist (we’re allowed to call him that because we’re his creators): Though we have yet to learn this man’s name, we do know that it is five syllables long. As per family tradition, he was born at the North Pole. He is not English, but he is part-Indian, immune to jellyfish stings, and spent at least part of his childhood in a cult. One summer when he was a child, his mother pitted him and his twin brother Jason in daily wrestling matches. He is a graduate of the Hopscotch Academy, with a degree in Advanced Duplicity. While at the Academy he learned how to defend himself against ninjas, how to control the minds of others through an odd vocal technique he calls “hypnotoading,” and also how to break through most hypnotic trances using something called “goldfishing”. For someone who attended boarding school, his French is shockingly bad, though he does know several dead languages quite well. During senior year he was voted Most Likely to Become a Sasquatch King, and was actual King of the Senior Prom, having won a wilderness survival competition against his classmates. He was on the Academy’s Beatnik team, and is adept at the bongos. While enrolled at the Academy, he impaled his friend John’s foot with a harpoon. This earned him extra credit from the school, and a lifelong grudge from John. He learned everything he knows about stealth during his time as a stowaway on a tramp steamer in the South China Sea. He has excellent hearing, and is allergic to seagull feathers. Our hero always dreamed of a career in skates, but wound up in a career involving both crime and espionage. He sometimes uses the codename Ludovico, sometimes Winifred. He’s not a theatre critic anymore, and one of his brothers owns a weather control machine. He has the layout of at least one Hall of Mirrors memorized, and can imitate any kind of bird or beast. Unlike his twin, he can sleep anywhere. He can often taste what Jason is tasting, while Jason can smell what he’s smelling. He is a full-on karaoke person, his favorite tune to belt out being YMCA. Thanks to his many prophetic dreams, he knows that his death will not come from being sacrificed by, or to, clowns, nor will it involve clowns at all. He used to have blond hair. He has blue-gray eyes and a super hairy chest (and back, also, it seems). There is a tattoo hidden under his chest hair, given to him by Tessa. It contains, naturally, a hidden message. His toes are very ticklish, and he has quintuple elbows (it’s like being double-jointed, only moreso). His tongue is covered with a golden tattoo, to commemorate the birth of his first children. It’s a Contrarian thing, obviously. He lives by the river, if his house hasn’t been washed away in the long, long, long time since he’s been home. He is married to Fleur, daughter of the Warlord of Contraria, but they have an understanding. They are parents to twins. Additionally he acted as proxy when Fleur’s sister Isolde married the odious Harry, and on their wedding night as well. Later he impersonated Viscount Arlo of Svenborgia during his wedding to the second Tessabot (it was her idea – they were tricking the guests, not the bride), and even later Fleur gave the okay for him to act as proxy again for Hildegard’s wedding to Chartreuse Pamplemousse. Things went a little haywire during that ceremony and he wound up legally wed to both Hildegard and Chartreuse. His wife’s half-brother inadvertently started a rumor that there was a coveted miracle substance in his semen, which led to many many women throwing themselves on him and bearing him children. Fleur made him a general in the Contrarian armed forces. His first command was the mountain garrisons in the Paradoxica Region, but he’s recently been promoted to head of the entire Comedy branch of the services, which is no laughing matter. He has many resplendently spiffy uniforms, some with small brass squirrels atop the epaulets, others with fringed boots and a lamp in the shape of a dove that dangles from his hat like he’s an anglerfish. Most recently he was seen wearing his ceremonial polka dot footie pajamas. It was a wedding reception after all, and one must follow protocol.
Now, about all those babies.
The women call themselves the Toboggan Club (because everyone took a ride), and they are all currently aboard Fleur’s Contrarian Royal Airship. The children are all considered part of Fleur’s royal brood, being fathered by her husband. He’s a twin, so obviously these are all multiple births. That’s just science.
A non-exhaustive list:
For more info on these lovely ladies, see their individual entries in the Dramatis Personae. They’ve all been lovingly updated.
This entry is outrageously long, so we’ll save the summary of the new characters and stuff like that for next week.
A writing partner is someone who puts up with (nay, encourages!) all your batshit ideas.