This Zombie Jesus Day, I spent most of my time down in the cave.
… Is that an insensitive comparison to make?
I suppose it might be. But I think it’s funny, and really all I mean to say is that I spent the day cleaning my room and the downstairs bathroom. Not only has dust built up since the last time, but we have family coming out to California for my graduation in May.
Puts the brunt of making things look nice on my shoulders, since I’m the reason why people will inevitably be here stressing my Mom out.
All that toilet scrubbing and floor sweeping and Amiibo dusting has me worn out, so I don’t want to linger on writing too long. But I want to get something out considering I skipped yesterday in favor of playing Pokémon with Aly and watching The Lego Movie 2.
Not that I regret either of those choices.
Between my bouts of cleaning, I spent some time starting to pull together a PowerPoint for my Senior Honors Project presentation.
Doing so has been a trip down memory lane, as I’m essentially summing up everything I’ve done for the last year.
Except it goes much further than that.
Part of my project involves the context of my experiences with creative writing prior to this novel. I have many single-chapter story drafts lingering around different folders on my computer that came about from dreams or fantasies and unfortunately never went anywhere because all I had were those singular ideas.
But then I have the one project that made it further than any other prior. All because, I’d argue, I pre-planned everything in this sweet yellow notebook:
The summer before I started at Cal State Fullerton, this book and I were inseparable.
I distinctly remember sitting out by the pool at my Dad’s friend Sylvan’s house writing things out. Everything from character descriptions—
To bits of lore about the world and magic system—
To a lengthy run-down of the plot—
Because of the amount of effort I put into this thing, it’s one of my favorite stories conceptually. Even though I moved away from it because of school, it’s a piece I feel like I can return to one day.
Especially since I took such meticulous notes on where I wanted the story to go and when.
That’s the main takeaway for my current Senior Honors Project. Pre-planning is very important to coming up with a solid idea one can move forward with.
Though if I did go back to this yellow book story, I’d have to rework a number of the really cliché bits. Like more tastefully handling my “amnesiac protagonist,” if I keep that at all.
I’d also have to completely rework the ending. At the time I came up with a vague encounter against a large mechanical wolf because something, something, bad guys invented technology using magic.
Basically the arc of Avatar: The Last Airbender, in hindsight.
So yeah. Work would be needed.
But I still have a soft spot for Anya, Maribel and their band of misfits and fantasy tropes.
In fact, the yellow notebook has been in the front pocket of my backpack for all these years. Just in case I ever do go back to it.
Who knows, maybe after I finish with Isenvid and the Four Orbs, I will go back and put it together.
Fantasy-adventure novels seem to be my thing, apparently.
Might even be fun to take the genre in a less deconstructive direction.