***RESEARCH***
If you’re going to make a bold and loud statement, you’ve
got to have research to back it up. Otherwise, you’ll get eaten alive by those
debating your statement. This is especially true with historical fiction,
especially if you don’t want your critics to accuse you of being inaccurate.
And that right there is the reason why I don’t write historical fiction: not
because I’m too lazy to do research, but because if I’m off by a one-percent
margin of error, here come the internet wolves to dine on my flesh. Of course,
there is an entire genre out there called alternative history, where you can
purposefully rearrange the timeline to benefit your story, but even then, it’s
a slippery slope.
So what constitutes good research? How do you know when you
have enough information to make your statement? I’ve often heard the mantra
that if everyone says it, it must be true. Lots of people thought Obama was
born in Kenya ,
but that doesn’t mean it’s anywhere close to the truth. For one thing, your
sources have to be reputable and independent. Then and only then can you use
popular opinion, but only among those reputable sources.
But research doesn’t always have to be limited to writing
historical fiction. Sometimes researching simple things like combat scenarios
can greatly improve your story. Sometimes personal experience can play a huge
factor. But if you’re going to research something and apply it to your story,
the margin of error has to be razor thin. Otherwise, it’s feeding time,
motherfuckers.
If I may be blunt for just one moment, research is my least
favorite part of writing stories and novels. Sure, anybody can do it with a
simple Google search and it’s actually pretty easy. It’s that razor thin margin
of error that gets to me, though. That’s why most of my stories take place in
the fictional locale of Paulson
City . I can put anything
I want in Paulson
City and nobody’s going
to question my imagination.
I suppose my stories could take place in Washington state, my personal home, but I’m
not sure even my home sweet home could house all of the madness that goes on in
my writing. A political rally in Port Orchard? Sure, if you can find people who
give a shit. A heavy metal concert at The Matrix Coffeehouse in Chehalis? Do
they even play that kind of music or is it just indie rock? Even if they did
play metal at The Matrix, would that mean I’d have to role-play the people who
own it? I’m sure they’d enjoy the shit out of that.
And whenever Paulson
City becomes too realistic of a place for
my Poison Tongue Tales adventures, I simply change the destination to Dread City .
Cyberpunk corruption? Yes, yes, yes! Magical warfare? Damn right! Apocalyptic
hell? Shit yeah! Paulson City may not be the ideal vacation spot, but Dread City
is fucking unbearable! And that’s how I like it!
I’m sure many of you have wondered where exactly Paulson City is on an American map. Now you know
for sure: it only exists in my head. There are no real world or historical
inaccuracies because I make the fucking rules. I’ve got more high schools and
colleges in that city than I know what the hell to do with. I’ve got mountains
off to the side where people go to not only vacation, but also to die horrible
deaths. Maybe one day I could draw a map of Paulson City
and put all of these pieces together. Or I could just roll with it and keep
putting odd places there.
I may have gotten off topic with that Paulson City
rant. The real question I’m trying to ask is, how do you, my audience, make the
margin of error so thin that you can’t even see it with the naked eye? Razor
thin isn’t thin enough for me. Paper thin is even worse. Not even Cosmo
Kramer’s meat cutting machine can get me the thinness I want. Other authors can
pull it off, but I don’t know if I can. Then again, I could be paranoid about
something not worth being paranoid over. Surely, lots of books out there have
been disputed for accuracy and came out the other end smelling like roses. Oh,
what now? Do roses not smell that good either? Damn that margin of error! We’ve
got ears, say cheers!
***PAPER TOWNS***
As many of you have seen on my Good Reads page, the next
novel I plan on plunging into is “Paper Towns” by John Green. I enjoyed reading
“The Faults in Our Stars” and I expect “Paper Towns” to be just as
heartbreaking. Yes, I know I’m a big softie, and I don’t care!
***POISON TONGUE TALES 2: THE RIGHT TO REMAIN PSYCHOTIC***
Now that all of my American Darkness 2 stories are complete
and ready for critiques, I can concentrate solely on PTT2 and Lunatic Justice. The
next story on the chopping block will be “Wal-Martians” and it goes like this:
CHARACTERS:
1. Cain McLeod, Barbarian Hero
2. Micah Fireborn, Paladin Hero
3. Alexis Lee, Amazon Hero
4. Sakura Divine, Priestess Captive
5. Nameless Aliens
PROMPT CONFORMITY: To be announced.
SYNOPSIS: Wal-Mart has been taken over by an alien race and
it’s up to the three Diablo II-style heroes to liberate it and free Sakura from
captivity. Throughout this whole bloodbath (or goo-bath in this case), the
heroes joke to each other by questioning how the alien invasion is any
different from how Wal-Mart usually looks.
***DARK FANTASY WARRIORS***
If you’re looking forward to drawings of Cain, Micah, and
Alexis, know that I’ve already drawn them several years ago when they were
Diablo II characters. Cain was then known as Cannonball. His name was changed
because I didn’t want two stories in PTT2 with cannonball themes in them. I
have a short story named Wolf’s Cannonball, so I don’t need a barbarian in
Wal-Martians named Cannonball. For the Dark Fantasy Warriors series, I’ll draw
Sakura Divine since she hasn’t had a picture yet. How does that sound?
***FACE BOOK POST OF THE DAY***
Most of my fictional
stories take place in the made-up locale of Paulson City .
Sometimes the problems in these stories have to be solved by the Paulson City
Police Department, a.k.a. the PCPD. So basically, criminals in my story are
being arrested by…the PC Police. By PC, I mean Paulson City .
What did you think it stood for? And while I’m at it, I’ll start a wrestling
organization in California
called San Jose Wrestling, which initials spell the acronym…oh, dear. Hehe!
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