An edited-together first draft made from the progress made on the stream.
The First Draft
"So who is this guy?" asked Constantine, busy attaching things to a tripod.
"Jack Raul. Dude. The youtuber." Louie gave his camera man a look.
"I follow beauty vloggers. Is he a beauty vlogger?"
"Nah, he does prank videos, mostly."
"Jesus Christ." Constantine flailed his tail like a cat annoyed.
"He makes more money than both of our entire families," Louie agreed.
They were set up in Raul's ostensible beach house, a picture of wasted opulence. The room had all the lived-in warmth and charm of an IKEA catalogue; slickly designed furniture that had never been sat in, bowls of fake fruit and a flatscreen TV that had never showed a broadcast.
"Where the fuck were you?"
Louie's editor was on him the moment he walked through the door. A bristly dwarf named Skjaldi with her beard in three braids, all dyed pink, and spindly glasses always on her forehead - nobody had ever seen her wear them on her nose.
"I've got two sources saying Lina Love just went to rehab, write some shit up NOW and put it out, before the assholes at The Sizzle find out about it."
"What's she in rehab for?" asked Louie, pulling his coat off and sitting down by his computer.
"Whatever! Just write 'unknown problems' and imply it's drugs because her agent's on coke." Skjaldi grabbed an intern by the knee, "find out who the fuck her agent is and text Louie. And get me some fucking coffee!" she shouted at the elf as he darted off.
"How do you know her agent's on coke?"
"They're all on coke. Who cares. They don't sue for libel. Just say it's a rumor that he is. Anyway, how's your love life? Are you getting any?"
Skjaldi was a master of the uncomfortable non-sequiteur.
They lined up in the morning. It was bright, misty, and dewdrops condensed in their fur. Aa'haga shivered in the cold. His thin, pastel-blue t-shirt barely kept the moisture off, and he was hungry. They were all hungry. Most of them were thin. Some of them were barely alive. They waited for the trucks to come. The growling of an engine perked the to attention, some of them waving their work permits even before the car came into view. It was just a sedan, some guy in a suit by the wheel, causing a collective stir of discomfort to run through the group. Suits were the type to call the cops. Someone got a coughing fit, someone else collapsed. It was just another day.
Raw output from the streams gets archived here, unedited.
The ideas dump
RECAP SO FAR:
Well, we've written out some introductory scenes for Louie, the main character, establishing his job and something of his background. We've also established a few characters, like his editor Skjaldi and his best friend Constantine.
We've also invented a villain (well, nearly anyway) in the shape of an exploitative real estate developer / billionaire exploiting non-humanoid monsters for cheap labor.
PROJECT FOR THE DAY:
- Expand and refine the act-by-act breakdown, maybe start mapping out necessary scenes.
- Write a few scenes, explore a few characters, figure out the world a bit more.
RECAP SO FAR:
Yesterday we got through a couple of establishing scenes, rewrote and re-edited the intro, and started writing a detailed summary of the plot as I envision it.
PROJECT FOR THE DAY:
Finishing up the summary, creating and fleshing out a villain / antagonist.
Start on some more connective tissue between introductions and the meat of the story.
REMEMBER THE "THEREFORE OR BUT" STRUCTURE
RECAP SO FAR:
We've got an opening scene draft, a sort of tone-piece for the thing - not sure if it's going in the final draft.
We've got a secondary opening scene introducing the nominal protagonist, which is probably poorly written (most things i write are at first) but which we'll pick at and edit a bit today maybe.
MOSTLY though, we're gonna write more things, new things, try to develop some scenes and get the plot in motion maybe.
PROJECT FOR THE DAY: Just get some more stuff on the page, explore some scenes, develop a plot thread or some characters.
QUESTIONS TO ANSWER:
- Does the world need a reason for existing?
- What is our villain?
- Who are our protagonists?
PLOT: Someone hires a monster for a menial task, to be used as a patsy, or perhaps to facilitate some kind of money laundering or crime. Like an orc gets hired for accountancy. But because the temp agency are actually good at picking the right person for the job, the orc figures out what's going on, and dies for it. INCITING INCIDENT.
PROBLEM OUR PROTAGONIST IS TACKLING: Monsters used as a disposable cheap underclass of workers, mistreated and discarded. Temp agency becomes a way to allow monsters, who have skills and value and worth, to find decent work and maybe permanent employment.