Thursday, May 26, 2011

A World Without Wood

By Vlad and Marina Butsky on Flickr
I love Worldbuilding. It is what drew me to the fantasy genre in the first place. If you are unfamiliar with the term, Worldbuilding is the action of constructing the reality in which your fictional characters live in. In no genre is this more exciting than fantasy (and occasionally sci-fi). You can take elements of any time period, mix and match, create whole new races, resources, climates, and forces, change key elements in the reality that might lead to totally alternate time lines.

So I have been building this fantasy world of mine for a long time now. I hope it will become the setting for many books, comics, and even films down the road. But for now, it is beginning to take its first steps on the road to being complete (i.e. it has a history of more than 25 years and has a roughly sketched map at this point).

One of the themes I have been considering is the extreme scarcity of wood. Without giving a terrible lot away, in the not so distant past of this world, much of the known land mass was covered in dense forest. A great cataclysm occurred, and fire all but destroyed the forests of the world. Fast forward to the present, and wood is scarce and extremely expensive, though careful management is seeing the number of trees on the rise.

Think about it! How much do we own that is made of wood? And imagine a world where metals like aluminum have yet to be discovered! How much would change! There would be no wheels, unless they were made of metal, but you can't very well have carts without wood! Or ships! Or barrels! Or paper, or timber houses, or bows and arrows, or fences, or cabinets, or crates, or desks, or any of a practically infinite number of things! How do you transport cargo? How do you record history? How do you heat your house during the winter months? How do you even build houses? Better yet, without wood, no fire. Without fire, no metal smelting! Or pottery kilns! Or cooking raw meat! Unless there is some kind of alternative fuel source!

The possibilities are practically endless! And so alien as well. I didn't think of all these things off the top of my head. It took me a good while to compile that list. And I'm sure there are things I haven't even thought of that are just as important (in fact, the last item I had just thought of as I was typing this). And it would all be so alien! Beyond our realm of experience!

This is what I love about Worldbuilding, about writing. If you let your imagination lead you, you will find yourself encountering worlds you never even dreamed of! (Mine is apparently filled with vegetarians who use bone or rock weapons and tools and carry everything they own on their backs or on pack animals!)

What do you guys think? What are some things you use every day, and imagine if one of the key components suddenly disappeared from the earth entirely? What do you come up with?

~ Tommy

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Sweet Elixir of Life

Photo by Robert Couse-Baker

Coffee = Sweet Elixir of Life

Honestly, I don't know how I get by without it. I'm not addicted to it (by your standard definition of addiction), but I enjoy it so very, very much. It doesn't even really help me stay awake/wake up in the mornings. It just tastes so darn good!

~ Tommy

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Short Fiction: One Hundred Minus One,

The following is a writing assignment I had for school way back in 2008. It's a means of showing the nature of one of the creatures of my fantasy novel that I've been working on off and on for the past...wow, almost seven years. I think these little things are important in fantasy world-building. I love all the poems and songs and little tidbits of culture that permeate Tolkien's work. Half the reason I have been working on the novel for so long is because I am really shooting for that depth of creation that Tolkien had. I want my world, the peoples and places and creatures, to feel real to the reader.
One Hundred Minus One

The full moon shone brightly over the earth, filling the sky with its ethereal light. The stars glinted in the sky, little pinpricks of light, forming the constellations of the heavens. All was peace and tranquility under that heavenly beacon. Below the moon, a hundred throats lifted their voices in song, weaving a melody of beauty and wonder. The ElorĂ­ watched the moon as they sang their song, wondering at its light and majesty; reveling in the touch of its glow.