Day 41: Exploring the nature of Badness

I just don’t believe that bad people know they are bad.  This notion makes me think I’ll be able to construct compelling villains.  I also makes me think that it will be harder to do so.  How does an author compel good people to do evil things?

If you think you are in the right, then your actions won’t be evil in that sort of innocence way.  Me stepping on a bug isn’t great for the bug, but I don’t spend much time thinking about it and neither do those around me that see it happen–survivor bugs excluded.  So for me that’s not evil.  At these extreme, evil become solidly tied to the perspective of the actor.  That in turn erodes the concept that some event or action can actually be inherently evil.

Crap.

So now the doer of evil has to be aware of the results of his actions.  Which makes the challenge of having bad people that don’t think they are bad more challenging.  Maybe you alter the perception of the bad guy.  The audience and maybe the good guys don’t perceive a large enough gap between the bad guy and themselves to fall into the bug extreme, but the bad guy does.  So bad guy sees bugs; good guys see other guys that ought to be good.

That path lends itself to a caste system or to just outright discrimination.

Another version of that might allow me to have bad guys that just don’t care about what happens to strangers.  It’s OK for me to squish bugs and humans alike when I don’t know either one of them and my actions either won’t be found out or they won’t be judged harshly by my peers.

Cool.

That’s how I get to dictators and leaders of groups and countries.  If you are surrounded by fellows that don’t believe or can’t know what your actions are doing to others then you bad guy is golden.

Day 40: Milking the Pilgrim Thread

With the battery down in my laptop I am resorting to pen and paper for my regular writing today.  I could turn on the desktop, but I thought under these circumstances that I would give the moleskine a shot.

Still trying to get Johnka’s story told:

“The Tacons are not like th gypsies you and I know.  It’s probably not fair to even call them such.  Not exactly anyway.  They were searching for something heaven, paradise, God–no one around here knows for sure.  When they reached the edge of this desert.  It wasn’t always as nice as we see today.  According to the stories people tell the stopped at the edge and made a deal with their horses, and not just the ones pulling wagons.  All of them.  They promised them that they would set them free and go on foot if they would just carry them safely through the desert.  No matter what they found.”

“This very spot?” Tritti asked.

“No back there where I picked you up.”  Johnka stated.

“Near as I can tell it looks like when they got to the edge of the desert, to the sea, they just chucked all their junk over the cliff’s edge in frustration.  It got caught up in the wires and now it’s ah’Taconscientee”

Day 39: Mongo Poser

In which I use the internet to teach me skate slang…

I’ve read people talk about how much fun it is to let their characters just take the reins and see where it goes.  I can see where that would be fun, but I can’t see where it would be useful or practical.  As the author shouldn’t I know where it’s going since I’ve made the plans.

That said, I’ve been having a good time with the Shanty stuff.  No idea where it’s going.  Not even planning a plot.  Like thats a big deal.  LOL.

I hadn’t expected that making an effort to describe a single location from a number of perspectives would be so productive.  I feel like I just got a new metal detector, practiced in my front yard, and turned up a couple of doubloons.

Now instead of having something to throw away.  I feel like I have something to work on.  Something to work out.  Which means it’s trending toward not being so free and easy.  I guess I’ll just have to take a breath and see how to skate that rail.