Post by Dettadeus on May 22, 2011 16:32:38 GMT -5
Well, I came up with an interesting premise to a book while eating lunch today.
It's a world where everyone knows how they're going to die.
It's about a girl (not sure the exact age yet, but in the teens) who lives in a colony on Mars. The entire story goes through a single day in her routine life on Mars (hence the title), in almost excessive detail. If you've read a book called One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich you'll know the kind of book I'm going for.
I figure it'll start something like this:
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Alarm. Time to get up. I want five more minutes though. Sucks I can't have them. Going through my morning routine as usual and assuming there aren't any problems getting to school, I'd arrive with just about 5 minutes to spare. I'd usually spend the five minutes cramming for a Math test or talking to a friend or something, but it's nice just knowing that you got to school early.
"Shut up, alarm. Could you just give me 3 minutes?" I figured 2 minutes to spare would be enough to still give me that nice feeling of being early. My alarm didn't think the same way. Or rather, it didn't think at all. I have to get out of this habit of talking to my alarm clock. When I was younger, my little brother decided he liked the taste of copper wires, and I had this voice-activated alarm clock that I talked to a lot. You could say "Snooze 5 minutes", and it would give you five minutes of silence, no more and no less. My little brother got into it though and chewed half the wires out. I kinda miss that alarm clock now. "Seriously alarm, shut up." I still don't know why I keep talking to it. One-sided conversations aren't very interesting to me, especially when all the other side of the conversation -which obviously shouldn't exist in a one-sided conversation- would incessantly beep and buzz while you talk.
It's been one minute. I'll have four minutes when I get to school now.
Ugh. The thermometer across the room says the surface temperature is 78 degrees Fahrenheit. Guess I can't take the shortcut. I'd evaporate inside that bio-suit. If you've ever touched really hot metal and really cold metal before, you'll understand what I'm about to talk about. There are days in the summer when it's so hot out it ends up feeling freezing, but not in a refreshing kind of way. The converse is also true. In the winter, it can get so cold that it feels like you're boiling alive in your bio-suit. However, rarely there are days in the summer (and the opposite can be true in the winter) when it's so hot that it feels really cold, but the cold is actually so freezing that it ends up feeling hot again, almost exponentially so. This was one of those days. If it was around 50 degrees out, I'd be able to take the shortcut and save myself five minutes, and thus I could use the spare 5 minutes to sleep some more, but that's not the case.
Other alarm. Seriously time to get up. Seriously as in, I can't just turn over and whack the snooze button on this one, since it's on the other side of the room from me. It's also louder. And more incessant. My god, it's annoying. I suppose I have to turn it off before my mother throws me out of bed.
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I plan on writing this book in some of my spare time over the course of the next year. Who knows, maybe I'll send it to a publishing company if it's any good and I'll have some spending money. In case of the worst, I also plan on making a sort of graphical adaptation of it as a side-webcomic.
If anyone has any ideas for the name of the main character, please don't hesitate to post, since I really have no idea.
It's about a girl (not sure the exact age yet, but in the teens) who lives in a colony on Mars. The entire story goes through a single day in her routine life on Mars (hence the title), in almost excessive detail. If you've read a book called One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich you'll know the kind of book I'm going for.
I figure it'll start something like this:
___________________________________________
Alarm. Time to get up. I want five more minutes though. Sucks I can't have them. Going through my morning routine as usual and assuming there aren't any problems getting to school, I'd arrive with just about 5 minutes to spare. I'd usually spend the five minutes cramming for a Math test or talking to a friend or something, but it's nice just knowing that you got to school early.
"Shut up, alarm. Could you just give me 3 minutes?" I figured 2 minutes to spare would be enough to still give me that nice feeling of being early. My alarm didn't think the same way. Or rather, it didn't think at all. I have to get out of this habit of talking to my alarm clock. When I was younger, my little brother decided he liked the taste of copper wires, and I had this voice-activated alarm clock that I talked to a lot. You could say "Snooze 5 minutes", and it would give you five minutes of silence, no more and no less. My little brother got into it though and chewed half the wires out. I kinda miss that alarm clock now. "Seriously alarm, shut up." I still don't know why I keep talking to it. One-sided conversations aren't very interesting to me, especially when all the other side of the conversation -which obviously shouldn't exist in a one-sided conversation- would incessantly beep and buzz while you talk.
It's been one minute. I'll have four minutes when I get to school now.
Ugh. The thermometer across the room says the surface temperature is 78 degrees Fahrenheit. Guess I can't take the shortcut. I'd evaporate inside that bio-suit. If you've ever touched really hot metal and really cold metal before, you'll understand what I'm about to talk about. There are days in the summer when it's so hot out it ends up feeling freezing, but not in a refreshing kind of way. The converse is also true. In the winter, it can get so cold that it feels like you're boiling alive in your bio-suit. However, rarely there are days in the summer (and the opposite can be true in the winter) when it's so hot that it feels really cold, but the cold is actually so freezing that it ends up feeling hot again, almost exponentially so. This was one of those days. If it was around 50 degrees out, I'd be able to take the shortcut and save myself five minutes, and thus I could use the spare 5 minutes to sleep some more, but that's not the case.
Other alarm. Seriously time to get up. Seriously as in, I can't just turn over and whack the snooze button on this one, since it's on the other side of the room from me. It's also louder. And more incessant. My god, it's annoying. I suppose I have to turn it off before my mother throws me out of bed.
____________________________________________
I plan on writing this book in some of my spare time over the course of the next year. Who knows, maybe I'll send it to a publishing company if it's any good and I'll have some spending money. In case of the worst, I also plan on making a sort of graphical adaptation of it as a side-webcomic.
If anyone has any ideas for the name of the main character, please don't hesitate to post, since I really have no idea.
