It’s been three days since I last spoke of Arbi­ture and I feel this will be some­what of my last post on world build­ing. It’s the 26th of the month, and quite frankly I’ve pretty much got to where I needed to get to.

In the begin­ning I had noth­ing more than a piece of short fic­tion and the intent to build upon it in some capac­ity. I hoped to make some­thing akin to an inhab­it­able uni­verse, but had no real ambi­tion to do any­thing with it. But then I changed my mind. I decided that per­haps it had enough poten­tial to turn into some­thing more, some­thing sub­stan­tial enough to sup­port an actual story of novel proportions.

I kicked out a few details relat­ing to the actual planet of Arbi­ture, and quickly dis­cov­ered that the very nature of the race within my world would some­what dic­tate the way in which their real­ity would be shaped. I did away with float­ing cities and moved on — they didn’t work, sim­ple enough. Past stage set­ting and details on my soci­ety, the Angelus and I was ready to tackle the big ques­tions which entailed pretty much every­thing bar archi­tec­tural designs and the colour of clothing.

I sought to describe in some detail the idea beyond the ini­tial com­pli­ca­tion of the story in, The Year of The Lost I & II but set­tled with more ques­tions than answers. I went away and dis­cov­ered some solid answers for the ques­tions I had posed myself and found that above all, I needed an actual story. I had the ground­work done, the cur­tains were hung and the light turned on but what was I going to do in my fic­tional chang­ing room?

Well, now I’m here; from top to bot­tom, my world is indeed cre­ated. I have found my sto­ries (note, more than one — but no trilo­gies planned here) and now within a com­fort­able degree of cer­tainty what I am going to do. I have some names. I have loca­tions. I have the good, the bad and the Fallen.

NaNoW­rimo is where I am aim­ing to put all this into some form of prose and I do won­der, who might read a genre-bending tran­script such as angels and tech­nolo­gies and ethe­real thoughts on moral­ity and faith?

But, I won’t stew on that one. I’m not writ­ing to be read, I’m writ­ing because I have too. It’s as much a part of me as walk­ing and talk­ing. That’s prob­a­bly why I love writ­ing so much; it’s my way of cre­at­ing worlds and sit­u­a­tions and learn­ing from them, and it doesn’t mat­ter if any­one else takes part in that. The small beauty of imag­i­na­tion is that it doesn’t need a rea­son to be… it just is.

Thank you every­body that’s taken an inter­est. If you want to keep in ‘blog­ger’ touch, shoot me a com­ment and I’ll add you to my blogroll thingy.

(Image: Imag­i­na­tion — ReNeon)