The Problem with writing Epic Myths
If I was a died in the wool author, born and bred to the word, phrase, and paragraph, the novelty would have long since worn off.
But now—as I stand—wrangling chapters into books and books into series, while placing a brand upon each—not because I need to hoard them and keep them separate, but because I have a need for people that want or need more... to know where they can get their fill.
It has been my pleasure over the last two year to write something I am proud of. Not because the writing is perfectly edited, but because the magnitude of what I have done, for a non-writer... is in and of itself, epic.
I am an Information System Technician, a geek amongst geeks, but the last 3+ decades of devotion to my chosen profession subtly backlight the novel in ways I am only now beginning to understand.
Just as in every computer problem, we step into it understanding where we want to go... where we NEED to be by the end of it. And we make assumptions and decisions based on this destination. But rarely is it that simple, and the destination turns out, not to be one we ever truly suspected.
For those of you who won the GoodReads giveaway, and those that did not, thank you for your interest. As pragmatic as I am, I understand that possible as many as half of the entrants we simply because it was free. The other half found a resonance and wished to see why it felt like something more...
To all of you, I say... think epically when you read...
This is the start of something I will never be able to let go... And my plans?
When I started this novel, I thought it was something I would write... possibly never finish... set aside, and forget. It was never intended to be published... but the story...
The story would have none of that. It egged me on... whispered to me... begged me to let others in on our secret. And as I did... it whispered to them, as well... and they. Well, they did not whisper to me... they begged me to finish it... they NEEDED to know where this went. And it is to them I am no beholden, in debt, and blame.
By the intended end of this journey, I foresee the following:
In Balance, Brilliance.
But now—as I stand—wrangling chapters into books and books into series, while placing a brand upon each—not because I need to hoard them and keep them separate, but because I have a need for people that want or need more... to know where they can get their fill.
It has been my pleasure over the last two year to write something I am proud of. Not because the writing is perfectly edited, but because the magnitude of what I have done, for a non-writer... is in and of itself, epic.
I am an Information System Technician, a geek amongst geeks, but the last 3+ decades of devotion to my chosen profession subtly backlight the novel in ways I am only now beginning to understand.
Just as in every computer problem, we step into it understanding where we want to go... where we NEED to be by the end of it. And we make assumptions and decisions based on this destination. But rarely is it that simple, and the destination turns out, not to be one we ever truly suspected.
For those of you who won the GoodReads giveaway, and those that did not, thank you for your interest. As pragmatic as I am, I understand that possible as many as half of the entrants we simply because it was free. The other half found a resonance and wished to see why it felt like something more...
To all of you, I say... think epically when you read...
This is the start of something I will never be able to let go... And my plans?
When I started this novel, I thought it was something I would write... possibly never finish... set aside, and forget. It was never intended to be published... but the story...
The story would have none of that. It egged me on... whispered to me... begged me to let others in on our secret. And as I did... it whispered to them, as well... and they. Well, they did not whisper to me... they begged me to finish it... they NEEDED to know where this went. And it is to them I am no beholden, in debt, and blame.
By the intended end of this journey, I foresee the following:
9 Novels - 3 Trilogies spanning more than two millennia.
The first is introduced by "The Heater and The Hack"
The second will be a millennia prior to the first's setting.
The third? It will be set a millennia after my first, in a more modern, edge of spaceflight or after our actual first inter-galactic flights.
3 Conlangs - each with its own structure and reason for being.
The first - Hadokai Tubatonona - our signature language of the Dance and balance incarnate
Formatted in OSV - Object, Subject, Verb - Outcome, object, or results are paramount. (Hmm, language strange this one is.)
Already 500+ words
A grammar structure defined by Chomsky's hierarchy (definitely prompted by the tech side of my personality)
A written script an alphabet
A windows font so that I can create consistent shapes and writing.
A backstory and reason.
The second and third are cosmic building blocks.The language of Chaos and the Surge - VSO - Actions before all.
The language of Order - SOV - The actor is paramount.
I do have a fourth language - but it is the common language upon which so many mythologies are predicated, but do not really address.Because of my structure, I must call this one out, though it remains within a delightful little space between American English, Old English, flavored with Aleon (the region, not Alaeon, the world) linguistics.
This language is what the novel is written in.And as the series continues, I may have other languages that need to be touched on, but they are the mundane human languages without the cosmic implications of the first three.
2 Novella's that will intersect this first trilogy but stand alone.
1 Book of short stories, so that I may exercise the demonic world-building that swims about my head, begging to be shared.
I saw somewhere that the percentages behind writers is staggering.
From 100% of adults
80% of adults consider writing a book
Those that start? About 13% of all adults.
About 6% will write at least three chapters.
Only 3% will finish a first draft
I am here. ---- >>> Less than 1% will actually publish (0.6%-1%) <<< ---- I am here.
Fewer than half of those will start the sequel, about 0.2%
Less than 75% of those will finish the sequel draft putting us at 0.1% to 0.15%
One half or three quarters will publish the sequel, dropping our percentage to about 0.05% to 0.1%
Builds a conlang or other mythos tools, ~0.01%
Actual full fledged conlang primers... best guess is ~0.001%
And truthfully, I do not know how far I will get.
It is said that Tolkien was still editing, changing, and adjusting his world until he passed.
But we all know, he was the apex of epic myth makers.
And after the last two years... I now understand why.
And though I have other stories in me that need to get told this is the one that screams the loudest.
In Balance, Brilliance.
Published on April 06, 2025 09:09
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