Aww...you're sweet. But it's a dead end in my brain. Consider it open source. Have gone off high concept Sci-fi anyway. Somebody make a webcomic out of it lol.team star pug said:Don't throw an idea like that away! It sounds great!
Aww...you're sweet. But it's a dead end in my brain. Consider it open source. Have gone off high concept Sci-fi anyway. Somebody make a webcomic out of it lol.team star pug said:Don't throw an idea like that away! It sounds great!
That's awesome. Shame you won't be writing it but I can't blame you. I've got tons of ideas but can never muster up the courage to actually start writing.Doitpow said:I had an idea anyone is free to steal
It's about the dark side of a planet where all life has evolved to be supported by the soundwaves of a war that has been happening on the other side of the planet for millions of years. There are plants that feed off the vibrations in the air instead of sunlight. It's about a group of biologists, diplomats and writers who are the first to investigate the other side of the planet, and their quest to perpetuate the war to save the ecosystem. It's weird and i have too much to write anyway. but i thought it was a cool idea.
Into The Mountains, currently in publishing limbo thanks to a three-way tossup between me, the ex-editor of the NYT, and those layabouts at Dark Horse.team star pug said:Then I better get started.HT_Black said:At risk of sounding arrogant, that's no excuse.team star pug said:perhaps a childrens story. perhaps a satirical parody. I don't know. I'm 14HT_Black said:I have this one, see? I up and decided that I was sick and tired of generic Tolkienesque fantasy settings, meaningless Lucasian prophecy-centric stories, Paolini-style cutouts instead of characters, MacHale-style Aesops about how you should be content to be mediocre, and the self-righteous Mary Sues who have become ubiquitous in recent times. So I did the logical thing and wrote a book ("Wrote" as in past tense).
It's about a bitter, introverted eighteenth-century social outcast who, in a twist of fate borne of a Thirty Xanatos Pileup, winds up in the company of a bum, a farmer, his adopted father, and a malicious spirit; and before long he gets lumped with godly powers and a horrible curse that begins eating away at his humanity. In addition, he gets kicked out of his homeland in an incredibly unlikely turn of fortune, treks across a sunbaked desert, and unwittingly becomes the plaything of an anarchistic idealist, a stauchly capitalistic warlord, and a heartbroken God of Death. And those are the abridged cliff notes.
TL;DR: I'm going to push my anti-materialism on you, no matter how much you beg and plead.
ADDITIONALLY: In response to the OP: Are you aiming for a satirical flanderization of the high fantasy genre? Because that's the impression I'm getting.
...Because I was younger than you when I wrote mine.
By the way your book sounds great. What is it called?