I’m at a methodical pace. That’s a polite way of saying this story is coming along very slowly. One of the unexpected side effects of writing a world where all people are deaf is the subtle changes that need to happen in the everyday vernacular. All words pertaining to sound (hear, sound, volume, noise… etc) don’t exist. I need new ways to describe these. Then I’m also running into the problem that the language they speak is basically sign language, but sign language is a language that exists within a hearing world. So in my world there is no sign for “noise” because as far as everyone knows there is no such thing. People don’t hear, they ear-know. They don’t sign, they use hand-words. It’s a minor hurdle, but I’ve had to strike a few “Are you even listening?” kind of sentences from their speech. Would speech even be a word? Hmmm…
I’m also finding that I’m abstractly taking a few ideas from myself and other authors in creating this story. I’m very politely adapting an idea from Vernor Vinge (in his novel Rainbows End) about real-time interfaces that interact with the environment around them. I figure in a world with no hearing, they wouldn’t use iPods, but they would have iSight, a device that places different veneers on the environment that you can see. It’s close to – but not exactly – his idea, and c’mon, that name is great.
From myself – Aaron and I for a long time had vowed (threatened?) to write a musical called The Great Depression. It was about a ragtag group of poor people who had survived for a long time on their skills of poor-dom. Once everyone else became poor after the crash and were hopelessly lost, this group suddenly rose to prominence because they were already adept at that style of living. They genuinely thought the depression was great news. Naturally, FDR is the bad guy in the play – I envisioned him how most people envision Dick Cheney. Heh. Anyway, I’m definitely taking the idea of a small resistance style group (those that can hear – and there are very few of them) trying to rise up against the government.
And here’s where the real delay is. I don’t know if I’m being unnecessarily wordy, but I’m about 2400 words in and I haven’t even GOTTEN to the government’s involvement yet. In fact, she just met her first other hearing character who is planning on introducing her to the family (the underground movement). It’s quite possible from there it will speed along, but since I’ll have to be doing some explaining at that point, I’ll have to find an engaging way to do so rather than “here’s a video all about it. Watch it and make sure to think very descriptively about what you’re seeing for the readers at home.” After a conversation on the FB page, I’ll probably write it out in a very sage-tells-all kind of way, hoping to go back later and find more interesting ways to reveal the information (and even withhold some that might not need to be revealed).
I find my best stories are the ones where I don’t know how they’re going to end (such was definitely the case in my two favorite stories from 2012, Finding Home and Cornered). This one I have entirely mapped out, and I’m afraid that’s going to make it an anti-climactic story. But onward we go.
Speaking of Finding Home and Cornered, I have started submitting stories to various publications for a shot at publishing them. So far I’ve gotten a few rejection letters, but it feels good to be actually DOING something about my writing.