hey there, fellow writers! Im DB and am very excited to meet you. Im also nervous about sharing my work with you, as i have been working on it since I was 12.
Ive been reading and writing all my life instead of having a real life and making friends and being happy, so I hope its good. The whole book is about the DrunkenBeetle, an insect. He wanders onto a djinn's lamp, accidentally opens it, is granted one wish and, not able to create complex thought, only thinks of survival, and the djinn grants him the best tool for it: Intelligence.
I know it seems quirky now, but remember, this was when I was in 5th grade and was afraid Micheal would beat me up. Ive worked on it more to add a lot of themes. The beetle's rush of knowledge is greeted with the idea of mortality. For two chapters, I go in how he deals with this new dread, starting at fear (not knowing why things die), reasoning (trying to define death), hoping (insert religion here), realizing (a little voice telling him death is death), trying to forget it (upon which he learns about beauty, grace, harmoney and natural balance) until he once again stumbles upon death again.
Later scenes show him finally going to three locations. The first, a bandits camp, where he learns of society's downtrodden. Im kinda socialist, so the vagabonds and thieves show their cruelty deriving from despiration gone overboard, ending in a fabulous free for all. The second, a large kingdom, is more about the hierarchy people give themselves and their succeptability towards news, rumors and beliefs. Last is a run down city showing what happens when the two meet, a culture of fear and blackmail, run by the dregs.
At the end of the first part of the book, the Beetle arives at a sand village, of which is inhabited by those who have never ventured far enough to see the outside world. They're culture is of religion, beliefs and the idea of morals. THe point I strike (more and more subtly as I revise it) is that faith, no matter what kind, is faith. The people are cannibalistic, but still believe in life and of brotherhood, so they only eat their dead. I try and give them all the qualities of a confused child, only motivated by the promise of praise by its parents, as to accord this to belief itself. The Beetle is greeted amongst them as an avatar of their god, and he has no choice but to accept.
Lastly, a character I introduce is the Rabid Cultist, a delightfully evil character who, so warped by the beliefs of his religion, soon finds out that the Beetle isnt a god incarnate, and conspires to defeat him. I reach this back into old days, when people sitting by the fire would all listen to some guy babble that his father was the son and his mother was the trees and that they had to throw little girls into a volcano and give him gold. ie, once we try to gain from beliefs is when we turn them into lies.
im a bit ramshacked at the moment, but I do want to hear your opinion. I was thinking I would post my entire book here, but its very long and cant be done in one night, maybe even one week (I cant believe I havent had the time just to type it... all the papers are doing are collecting dust and marks on where to change things. As I said, i started this young and naive, and have been changing it more and more as I learn how to write better. I dont think I will ever bring it up to par enough to actually deem it acceptable by my standards, but thats because im a self hating pessimest with low esteem, so I trust the opinions of strangers on this website more than my own.)
I hope you take the time to judge my work correctly, or at least the gist of it. There are 3 other books in the cycle, all of which deal with the same characters except the last one, which I show how a religion deals with becoming small in numbers. All in all, they are a nice read, but I keep trying to throw in more philosophy about life that I take the story out of it... and then I stay up for hours thinking the story might be childish so I better throw in more philosophy and wasnt I supposed to be ending this stupid train of thought two sentences ago?
Im forcing myself to stop writing. DB gats ta go. Hope you judge my work with an open mind.
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Ive been reading and writing all my life instead of having a real life and making friends and being happy, so I hope its good. The whole book is about the DrunkenBeetle, an insect. He wanders onto a djinn's lamp, accidentally opens it, is granted one wish and, not able to create complex thought, only thinks of survival, and the djinn grants him the best tool for it: Intelligence.
I know it seems quirky now, but remember, this was when I was in 5th grade and was afraid Micheal would beat me up. Ive worked on it more to add a lot of themes. The beetle's rush of knowledge is greeted with the idea of mortality. For two chapters, I go in how he deals with this new dread, starting at fear (not knowing why things die), reasoning (trying to define death), hoping (insert religion here), realizing (a little voice telling him death is death), trying to forget it (upon which he learns about beauty, grace, harmoney and natural balance) until he once again stumbles upon death again.
Later scenes show him finally going to three locations. The first, a bandits camp, where he learns of society's downtrodden. Im kinda socialist, so the vagabonds and thieves show their cruelty deriving from despiration gone overboard, ending in a fabulous free for all. The second, a large kingdom, is more about the hierarchy people give themselves and their succeptability towards news, rumors and beliefs. Last is a run down city showing what happens when the two meet, a culture of fear and blackmail, run by the dregs.
At the end of the first part of the book, the Beetle arives at a sand village, of which is inhabited by those who have never ventured far enough to see the outside world. They're culture is of religion, beliefs and the idea of morals. THe point I strike (more and more subtly as I revise it) is that faith, no matter what kind, is faith. The people are cannibalistic, but still believe in life and of brotherhood, so they only eat their dead. I try and give them all the qualities of a confused child, only motivated by the promise of praise by its parents, as to accord this to belief itself. The Beetle is greeted amongst them as an avatar of their god, and he has no choice but to accept.
Lastly, a character I introduce is the Rabid Cultist, a delightfully evil character who, so warped by the beliefs of his religion, soon finds out that the Beetle isnt a god incarnate, and conspires to defeat him. I reach this back into old days, when people sitting by the fire would all listen to some guy babble that his father was the son and his mother was the trees and that they had to throw little girls into a volcano and give him gold. ie, once we try to gain from beliefs is when we turn them into lies.
im a bit ramshacked at the moment, but I do want to hear your opinion. I was thinking I would post my entire book here, but its very long and cant be done in one night, maybe even one week (I cant believe I havent had the time just to type it... all the papers are doing are collecting dust and marks on where to change things. As I said, i started this young and naive, and have been changing it more and more as I learn how to write better. I dont think I will ever bring it up to par enough to actually deem it acceptable by my standards, but thats because im a self hating pessimest with low esteem, so I trust the opinions of strangers on this website more than my own.)
I hope you take the time to judge my work correctly, or at least the gist of it. There are 3 other books in the cycle, all of which deal with the same characters except the last one, which I show how a religion deals with becoming small in numbers. All in all, they are a nice read, but I keep trying to throw in more philosophy about life that I take the story out of it... and then I stay up for hours thinking the story might be childish so I better throw in more philosophy and wasnt I supposed to be ending this stupid train of thought two sentences ago?
Im forcing myself to stop writing. DB gats ta go. Hope you judge my work with an open mind.
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YOURS MAY BE NEXT