I love worldbuilding. It’s one of my favorite things about writing (and reading) fantasy. But every now and then, I get sucked into a vortex of tiny details. Like, for instance, figuring out where *every single one* of my extras lives in a town or something, so I can figure out where my protagonists might realistically live. Or figuring out all these extras’ job histories, just to satisfy my curiosity about the demographics of said town. (ETA: Also for minor plot points/characterization/whatever–things I think I’ll use, but often do not. Building imaginary places. It’s not always clear what will help.)
Necessary? Maybe not. But ridiculously fun. And good at practically any hour–it hits just the right level of engagement. Demands some involvement from my brain, but is also a lot of simple mechanical stuff. Scribble here, copy and paste that name onto the floor plan. That sort of thing. Which kind of explains how I can so easily end up worldbuilding into the early hours. (Note to future self: Worldbuilding Energy is not the same as Real Functioning Person Energy. For that, you need to sleep. Trust me.)
So this past week I fell into a Worldbuilding Vortex. It would be a terrible thing, if I were doing NaNoWriMo, but since I’m not…
…it was just fun. For anyone who is doing NaNoWriMo, though: don’t worry. Odds are the worldbuilding stuff will wait until December.
And that’s all I have for this week. Join me next week when I tackle the deep, soul-searching question of who does live on Floor 78. And what job s/he has been holding for the last 50 years, because demographics.
P.S. These questions will not actually be answered. I suspect you knew that already, in your heart, but I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.