I was excited.
I had a character in mind and I could see her face. She was a tall big-boned brown-skinned girl with attitude and an anger management problem. Raised by a kindly old woman who kept stray children like someone else would keep stray cats, Honor was raised in a home with other orphan children like herself. Despite this, Honor always felt alone and adrift without a family to call her own.
Honor knew she had a twin brother named Truth somewhere out there. If she could find him, he would be the family she didn’t have. If she could find him, she might learn why they had been seperated and why she couldn’t remember her past. Along with her brother, Honor hoped to learn the truth of her past, the meaning of her visions, and the reason she had supernatural powers.
This story, like so many that I dreamed of before, also serves as my own personal PSA, as it addresses in its way my fears about the environment, and cultural, racial and religious bigotry. For me, writing is often an act of catharsis.
When I think about it, that story sounds pretty good, if I say so myself.
I designed a pretty slick looking blog (I thought) and I posted a chapter every two weeks with accompanying art. I enjoyed hacking out this tale. Hacking. Yes. Hacking is exactly what I was doing. I was hacking this idea to bits. I was slowly and systematically losing the best bits of this tale through forgetfulness and neglect and replacing those bits with…nothing.
Honor&Truth has so many plot holes I couldn’t fill them with five tons of asphalt.
Here is why:
While H&T started with a phenomenal idea, I never completed even a cursory outline. As a result H&T was directionless. As a result the characters were too many and not well developed. I wrote whatever came to mind. This is fine, for a rough draft, but not for something that I intend to post online for the world to see. In short H&T wasn’t ready for primetime and neither was I.
What do I think of H&T today? I still love the concept of this story at its most basic level. I am still intrigued by the central characters and their personal dilemmas. I’m not so sure about the direction they’re traveling in though.
I’ve decided, after long lamentations and fear, and well, let me be honest, guilt, that this blog will have to go the way of the dinosaur. I’m going to leave those old bones alone and build another stockier animal; one with staying power; one built to live in this day and age, in this climate and atmospere. I won’t let that baby out again until she is dressed in her finest and ready to showboat.
H&T is not a mistake but starting serial blog was my biggest writing mistake ever. EVER. I’ve learned a lesson and I’m proud to say so. This has been terrific!