Thursday, October 28, 2010

It ain't easy bein' unearthly

Despite my grandiose commentary of the other day, it is really hard to write about a non-standard world.

"Panopticron" didn't start out located in a place that was all that weird, geologically/cosmologically speaking. But then I realized it could be, and in many ways it ought to be, a world that is nothing but a set of stairs, and God is taking the steps up - leaving his worshippers crawling amidst the dust of his passing.

So, I can put it into a few words, but still, it's really hard to conceive this perhaps-poignant, perhaps-lame metaphor in terms of a real world. What's to the side of that world-qua-stairwell? A wall, and the living room? Uh... no. This is not my parents' house. This is a "secondary world"... isn't it?

Still, it's fun to try. It makes everything a symbol, for one, which is cool, though it also has an immense possibility of degrading the entire venture by making it... unserious. Nonetheless... I will risk that. Risk, after all, is a pretty good boardgame, so I guess it's probably okay to apply my (losing) boardgame strategy to my novel-writing.

Enough of this blather. I guess I'm just saying that, now I understand why most fantasies are still bound to a planet in a standard cosmological frame.

Good thing I'm a book-gangsta... I think.



  1. Risk, sir, is a terrible boardgame that always ends in tears. For everybody.

    That is all.

  2. Well, Settlers of Catan didn't have the same poignancy in this literary circumstance.

    Thanks for exposing my expediency.

  3. You could have expounded on how you're trying to inhabit a secondary world, and how it's so much like an island with only five basic components. And also sheep is always in abundance.

  4. Is it SHEEP? Or is it... wool?

    Thusly has man speculated for ages untold.

  5. My settlers keep their wool in sheep form for ease of transportation to the work-site. Also, then the workers can eat mutton for lunch.

  6. Or if they forbear from the mutton, they don't have to carry all those god-damned bricks back down Hillside 6.