elfs | Round hole, hypercube-shaped pegs

I'm not doing NaNoWriMo this year. I'm not, I'm not, I'm not. Okay, I've written over 5,000 words in the past two days, and I'm hoping to break 15,000 by Sunday. I'm just not writing "A novel." I'm just going to write dirty stories at as relentless and health-threating a speed as I possibly can.

The funny thing is, I'm suddenly writing a huge, sprawling work, but doing so by maintaining an incredibly tight focus on the characters as they arise. Dove is now taking center stage and I need a whole bunch of justification for her: why is she so inhibited, why is she, a civilian, rooming with a memeber of the military police, how do I justify a Journal Entry where absolutely ''everyone'' wears eyeglasses?

Someone once described my writing style as "take four good ideas, drop them into a food processor with the shredder attachment, and bake for three hours. Consume whole." That's got to be what's happening here. At first I tried stealing the plot whole from a manga that, fortunately, hasn't been released in the United States yet, blending it with both Futanari^[?] sensibilities and the kind of writing once found in bad late 1970's "feminist SF," only written by a guy. (Well, okay, I hope I'm a sensitive guy. The other day I saw this photo and my first reaction was, "Damn, that's nice. I wish I could wear something that pretty.") But reality took over: the Pendorian setting, the origins of character motivations, and the justifications for reactions needed to be retrofit to make the whole thing work. Slowly this story is morphing into something that's entirely mine. But it's still in flux, and little things happen that make the story come to life.

Here's an example:

Polly had met Dove San Cioni several times in the month and a half she and Zia had been dating, and she had come to understand that Zia was supposed to be rooming with Dove as some kind of overseer for Dove's parents. Dove was one of the civilians who made up the bulk of the Sterling contingent, and that a civvy had ended up rooming with an MP told Polly that whatever was going on, Dove's mothers had to have some serious pull to make it happen.

Where did this paragraph come from? Zia was dragging Polly through their (Zia and Dove's) living room, and Dove was there. This was the first time Dove was in camera, if only for a brief second, and I needed an explanation for her. I had too many military people already and I didn't want another. The whole bit about Dove having "mothers" is consistent with the futanari setting, but the bit about "serious pull?" Completely made up on the fly. I have no idea what it means. It is now up to me, the writer, to figure that out, make it a complication, and resolve it one way or another. Or cut it from the story. I doubt I can do that, though: without it, Dove has no reason to be in the story. I mean, if I were your typical ASSM writer, I could have her just exist as another body to get involved in the sex scenes, but that's no fun. There must be more to life than just fucking, even if Zia & Polly don't think so right now.