Post by Fj0rd on Oct 17, 2007 22:50:31 GMT -5
Okay, long plot summary, even though much is still sketchy. I finally came up with an idea--and yes, it's quite possible that in the last day and a half of October I will completely trash this plot and come up with a new one. So what?
[mc] is a high school age girl who is nominally into poetry. She writes a poem (after something...?) and, on a whim, enters it into her school's poetry competition. It wins, or at least becomes a finalist.
She goes on to the citywide contest, in which she must read her poem out loud: it's more of a poetry slam than a simple contest of written words. Many of her competitors are the stereotypical hip-hop students with poems that read more like rap poems than anything else; but there is a scattering of students who have poems more like hers, including the Fey.
They're a group of maybe three or four high school students who have a glitter about them. A shine. They dress a little different from the other poets; they have a little more style, a little more flash.
One of the girls comes up to [mc] after she's read her poem, and tells her she should come to their club. It's a little bit spoken word, a little bit music, and a lot of glam: the Fey Escape [name to be changed to something less horrible]. [mc] nods and smiles, but soon forgets about it.
Her mind is changed after [something happens], and she ventures there, tremulously. To her surprise, the girl remembers her. She leads her through the club, introducing her to people. They dance, not quite together, and at the end of the night, the girl kisses [mc] on the left cheek. She's wearing glittery blue lipstick, and it smudges off onto [mc]'s cheekbone.
[mc] goes home, and she washes off her face in preparation for going to bed. She thinks she's gotten all the lipstick off, but over the next few days, she keeps catching a glimpse of glitter in that spot when she glances into a mirror. She isn't sure at first if she's imagining it, but when she keeps going back to the club, she gradually discovers that the Fey really are that: Fey. Fairies. Faeries.
Whatever you want to call them, they're real, and this is where they hang out. [mc]'s relationship with the first Fey she met intensifies and deepens. They meet only at the club, or in places [mc] habitually visits. One night, though, [mc] persaudes the Fey girl to take her to her [not the mc's] home.
From there the novel just get stranger: it will twist in and out of the fairies' land, through shadows and through light. And what happens when [mc] finds out that the Fey's kiss on her cheek was a way of making her, claiming her as that Fey's own and no one else's?
Which is a fancy way of saying, I've no idea what will happen then, but it will be a whole lot of fun to write.
That's it for now, I think. I need to find names; come up with a better name for the club; develop characters... (There are more Fey than just the one girl, you know.)
The hardest part, probably, will be writing the snippets of poetry that will need to dash through the pages now and again. But I'm looking forward to all of it, really.
[mc] is a high school age girl who is nominally into poetry. She writes a poem (after something...?) and, on a whim, enters it into her school's poetry competition. It wins, or at least becomes a finalist.
She goes on to the citywide contest, in which she must read her poem out loud: it's more of a poetry slam than a simple contest of written words. Many of her competitors are the stereotypical hip-hop students with poems that read more like rap poems than anything else; but there is a scattering of students who have poems more like hers, including the Fey.
They're a group of maybe three or four high school students who have a glitter about them. A shine. They dress a little different from the other poets; they have a little more style, a little more flash.
One of the girls comes up to [mc] after she's read her poem, and tells her she should come to their club. It's a little bit spoken word, a little bit music, and a lot of glam: the Fey Escape [name to be changed to something less horrible]. [mc] nods and smiles, but soon forgets about it.
Her mind is changed after [something happens], and she ventures there, tremulously. To her surprise, the girl remembers her. She leads her through the club, introducing her to people. They dance, not quite together, and at the end of the night, the girl kisses [mc] on the left cheek. She's wearing glittery blue lipstick, and it smudges off onto [mc]'s cheekbone.
[mc] goes home, and she washes off her face in preparation for going to bed. She thinks she's gotten all the lipstick off, but over the next few days, she keeps catching a glimpse of glitter in that spot when she glances into a mirror. She isn't sure at first if she's imagining it, but when she keeps going back to the club, she gradually discovers that the Fey really are that: Fey. Fairies. Faeries.
Whatever you want to call them, they're real, and this is where they hang out. [mc]'s relationship with the first Fey she met intensifies and deepens. They meet only at the club, or in places [mc] habitually visits. One night, though, [mc] persaudes the Fey girl to take her to her [not the mc's] home.
From there the novel just get stranger: it will twist in and out of the fairies' land, through shadows and through light. And what happens when [mc] finds out that the Fey's kiss on her cheek was a way of making her, claiming her as that Fey's own and no one else's?
Which is a fancy way of saying, I've no idea what will happen then, but it will be a whole lot of fun to write.
That's it for now, I think. I need to find names; come up with a better name for the club; develop characters... (There are more Fey than just the one girl, you know.)
The hardest part, probably, will be writing the snippets of poetry that will need to dash through the pages now and again. But I'm looking forward to all of it, really.
