Allow me to begin with a bit of complaining. I never understood parts of this book I’ve got on plots because several sets of plots noted as distinct never struck me as such. Unfortunately I’ve hit a triple patch: metamorphosis, transformation, and maturation. I’ll forgive the literal interpretation of metamorphosis as maybe different than the other two, but I still read all three as a group meaning not much more than ‘the character changes in some way’. I suppose that Transformation is different from Maturation in the same way that girl becomes cheerleader is different from girl becomes doctor, but I think the differences are subtle.
I doubt I’ll be happy with tomorrow’s theme.
Theme – Transformation
Setup – Tyh is the 8th son of a nobody farmer; destined to be a nobody farmer himself. When apprentice honga rider Keena goes looking for help she tricks Tyh’s father into giving her Tyh.
Hook – Keena dragging Tyh into the honga pit to meet Bem and the Quartermaster.
Plot Point 1 – Tyh discovers he can telepathically communicate with the honga like a rider does and decides to find out how to become one.
Pinch 1 – a group of tyro riders catch Tyh interacting with a honga and beat him up for the audacity.
Mid-point Twist – Almost simultaneously Tyh learns he can communicate with all honga over nearly any distance and that other riders can’t.
Pinch 2 – Keena, Tyh’s sometime friend, sides with the trainer’s council against admitting Tyh to the rider program.
Lull – Tyh returns to his home; there he discovers he can’t settle for farming when he knows he should be a rider.
Plot Point 2 – Tyh returns to the honga pit to at least work out his days as a helper for the Quartermaster when the alarm for marching to war goes up.
Conclusion – sneaking into the battalion (or allowed, but as a supply line drudge) Tyh’s ability to communicate with all the hongas proves invaluable in saving the battalion from a rout.
That didn’t turn out as bad as I’d thought it would. I’m not sure I adhered to the concept of Transformation as well as I could have, but that could be worked out in the details not shown here.
380 words on day 670
I recently spent more time on a piece than I normally do. I combined two inspirational illustrations from Gorilla Artfare and I two-lined some common plot ideas. Two nights ago I mind mapped one of those plots—or at least I mind mapped the plot concept: jealousy.
Going in I had a main character and an instigating character that I suspected would become jealous of the MC. This jealousy, I imagined, would fuel the MC’s adversity. As I mapped out some related ideas I discovered that jealousy make more sense to me as a defining characteristic of the MC not of the antagonist. This surprised me. And it sucked because I’d pictured the MC as the MC not the other way around.
My thoughts circle this idea like the angels that must orbit just above the vultures waiting on prey to finally die. I don’t want the original idea to pass, but I know it will. I’m ready to capture the soul as it rises from the meat. Which makes about as much sense as what i”m trying to accomplish.
I like the idea of jealousy. It feels fresh and new to me as a plot.
I was surprised to find search terms landing here for the word I coined for this thread: honga. Turns out I didn’t coin it and it’s not a good thing. Google it if you like.
Uncertain what to do next Tyh continued to stand outside the Quartermaster’s office, behind the Quartermaster’s back. His arms remained slack at his sides. Apparently they only moved when compelled to by Keena and then only to be led around. Bem, content, sipped from a porcelain cup Tyh’d not noticed earlier. Somewhere in the space of time following the Quartermaster’s truncated outburst and the bottom of Bem’s drink Tyh sensed the Quartermaster changed his thoughts from anger to some other consideration. Tyh shifted on his feet and took a breath to speak.
“Behind the door.” The Quartermaster interrupted. Tyh wondered if he’d been commanded behind the door or simply been given information. Either way, the words answered the only question he’d ever asked himself, “What do I do now?”.
Bem glided to the opposite side of the opening and out of Tyh’s way. He set the cup back in it’s saucer on the counter of the Quartermaster’s window. “What must you have done this morning that landed you here this afternoon. And where will you turn up tomorrow? Were you to need anything, please call. It will surely amuse me to learn how this all plays out.”
Bem turned and addressed the Quartermaster, “We may speak more later, sir.” Bem politely went away.
Tyh closed both halves of the door and found an unused broom behind them. He began cleaning.