Monday, November 30, 2009

Inspiration for NaNoWriMo 2009

In a previous post, I promised to write about the inspiration for the entry, and so here it is. Since there's a lot of potentially spoiler material, things are kept in code as usual. [Ed: I removed the code, since it really isn't necessary I suppose.]

If you happen to have crossed paths with me in life before, you would find that the source material in this novel to be strangely familiar. You are not too far from the truth; a large part of the story draws parallels that have gone one in one aspect of my life. The chief difference of course is that the characters are all fictional, and so are the events that are presented. The locations and mannerisms of some of the cast are based on some of the places that I have been to and the people that I have interacted, with heavy fictionalisation of course. Actually, let's just introduce the full cast and talk more about them here. All these information comes from my idea file, which, as you might recall, is my master planning document.
Heng Kar
This guy is the protagonist's protagonist. I planned my story to have two inter-weaving story lines, one in first person perspective, the other in third person perspective. Heng Kar is the one that I chose to write in first person. His name is a play on the word ``hacker'', which is basically what he is: an aspiring programmer within the computer club of the school. I chose Heng Kar to be the first person perspective due to the ease in conveying his thoughts and ideas to the reader; it's hard to go wrong with talking about what a geek is thinking, particularly on rather objective things like computer programs, and even remarking on the behaviours of people around him/her. I gave him a few ``typical'' roles that he might play in school life, like being a subject representative for Mathematics, and liking soya bean milk. Initially, I had wanted Heng Kar to ``merge'' with Kah Hao later on as two conflicting parts of the same person, but decided somewhere during the middle of the writing to avoid doing so to avoid the cliché ``multiple personality syndrome'' trope that will most likely occur. Due to that rather last minute change, I made it such that Heng Kar used to be in Chinese Orchestra as a dizi (笛子) player, which made the eventual merging easier.
Kah Hao
This guy is the other protagonist, but due to his third person style of presentation, he seems a little more distant to the reader than Heng Kar. The choice of name was sort of random; only sort of because the initials of Kah Hao were deliberately chosen to be the reverse of Heng Kar, which plays upon my earlier concept of them being a part of the same person, a concept that I ditched midway due to the implausibility of the matter. Kah Hao's choice of musical instrument is the dizi (笛子), which is coincidentally the one that I play in real life. Actually, it's not coincidental; the details of his instrument bag are exactly like that of the one that I own, and Kah Hao is a strong reflection of the younger musician in me back in the day. I chose to keep him far away from school to show his penchant of sleeping on buses, which made his three-thousand-ish-word-long dream sequence more relevant when he slept on the bus on the way back from the rehearsal at the orchestra. Again, since I wanted him to ``merge'' with Heng Kar in the end, I didn't make him a part of the school orchestra till much later, which made it easier for them to meet and lead to the final conclusion that I wrote for the novel.
Siew Wah
Siew Wah is a joke, literally. His name sounds like 笑话 in Cantonese, which means literally ``a joke''. He's kinda the smart sidekick of Heng Kar, and I liked to use him as a general geekier-than-thou-art character, which is useful when I need to graft in the reasons as to why Heng Kar could transfer out of the robotics division into a hard core programming division. I also wanted a sounding board for Heng Kar, in the sense that I find it nice for Heng Kar to actually talk to someone as opposed to thinking deeply about things in his head without verbalising, which makes him sound neurotic more than anything else.
Ms Tan
She's a Scary Teacher, but one who is reasonable. She is based on an old teacher I once had, but I made Ms Tan a little milder than the one I had for class (sorry), otherwise Siew Wah would not get away with the things that he has done, and the story will probably be stuck where they are trying to get out of trouble from her.
Tiffany
She's a real mystery. I don't really know much about her, but she seems to have some kind of liking for Kah Hao, or at least, I tried to insinuate that she had some kind of liking of Kah Hao. It was hard to work in a romance angle, and I didn't really try to force the issue---two thirteen-year-olds dating while I'm trying to weave the two story lines of Heng Kar and Kah Hao together? No thanks... too much work. I just kept her as a good yangqin (扬琴) player who accompanies Kah Hao. Tiffany is an amalgamation of two girls that I know who also played the yangqin (扬琴), and I'm not telling if the crush that Kah Hao had on Tiffany is reflective of what I might have felt.
Mr Ang
I had some fun writing Mr Ang, the retired professional musician who is trying to keep the orchestra together while maintaining an element of fun while he looks like a scary being. The observations that he made of the music that they played are based on the words that I have heard a few of my music directors said before, and I liberally used what they said while tailoring them to the pieces that were played. Oh, the music are real, so are the titles and the nuances that I highlighted through the commentary---it is as real as it gets.
Zhang Jie
I basically needed a reason for Kah Hao to be running up the stairs and colliding with Heng Kar for that initial meeting and the first step for the merge of the two storylines. It would sound a bit weird if the main conductor (Mr Tew) were doing the conducting and then they all disappeared half-way---the timing also meant that it was probably more believable if a student conductor were present, which was based on what I had observed from some of the school-based orchestras that I have seen.
Tian Kun
I needed a character to have more prowess in dizi playing than Kah Hao, both to show that Kah Hao had external training, and to provide a natural means of ``unearthing'' Heng Kar's hidden talent at dizi playing. Remember that at the time of the novel, Kah Hao had to rehearse with Tiffany for a concert, so having him ``vet'' Heng Kar was unrealistic. Besides, I needed an oxymoron character (muscular guy playing dizi? hahahaha) who has more purchasing power than the thirteen-year-olds to supply the dizi for Heng Kar to play.
Mr Cheong
He was an excuse for me to write that whole excursion to Sum Lum Mall. It's my play on the shopping habits of the über-geeks.
So that's the cast of ``A Slice of Life with a Twist of Lemon''. The locations where all the action takes place are also inspired in part by real life and my reawakened imagination. They are further described below.
Hilltop High School
Ah hahahahaha! This one is quite fun; it's a play on my old secondary school (can you guess how?). In fact, the old campus of my old secondary school features prominently in the story, particularly that spiral staircase where I spent many hundreds of words describing as people walked up and down, ran up and down and crashing into each other. That old campus is probably gone by now, since the said school has since moved away to a bigger campus to accommodate the increasing number of students from a slew of new programmes that they have come up with over the years.
Chinese Orchestra of the Community Club
This one keeps remaining unnamed in the story, but the location and the orchestra itself is loosely based on the Chinese Orchestra that I play with at Teck Ghee Community Club. That said, the people involved are not wholly based on the people who are in the orchestra; specifically Mr Ang is really a figment of my imagination. Honest! The description of the room is vaguely similar to the actual layout in the actual room where the inspiration was drawn from.
Computer Laboratory at Hilltop High School
Like all the sub-locations in the Hilltop High campus, this one is based on a real computer laboratory that I spent many afternoons in. Most of the descriptions are about the computer lab circa 2000, when they revamped the old layout of computers into the new one. But I was bummed enough to not write a definite year in the story, who knows when it occurred?
Sum Lum Mall
Hahahahaha... my personal favourite. This is really a weakly disguised version of ``Sim Lim Square'', the biggest computer parts selling complex in Singapore. I just tried to mangle one aspect of the name, which gave me that weird sounding one of ``Sum Lum Mall''.
Alright, so that's the [main] cast and the [main] locations. Bus rides and excruciating waiting times at the pedestrian crossings are just a fairly cheap way of keeping the word count moving as I stalled for some self-thinking processes to occur in the characters, especially for Kah Hao and Heng Kar.

Initially, I started off with the idea of writing two seemingly divergent story lines, with one told from a first person perspective, and the other with the third person perspective, and to unify them towards the end. It was originally meant to be an ``inner struggle'' story, with two competing ideologies within the head of the protagonist manifesting themselves as two completely different people, but as noted earlier, I found that a bit risky and not worth the careful segregation that was needed to make the story believable. So I modified it such that two real people were involved, and then the rest of the story concept was still the same.

Was I satisfied with the work? Well, sort of, since there are so many sub-plots that I didn't have the chance to flesh out, from Kah Hao's relationship with his parents, Kah Hao's seeming crush on Tiffany, Heng Kar's rise towards programming eliteness, Kah Hao and Heng Kar's frienship with each other, Ms Tan's views on the ``meteoric'' rise of Heng Kar, more computer algorithms lessons from Mr Kang, geeky jokes---well you get the idea. So much to write, so little to write them; I had to make sure I actually ended the story by November in order to ``count'' for NaNoWriMo.

So there you have it. The ``spoilers'' and inspirations on how I got to writing ``A Slice of Life with a Twist of Lemon''. What are you waiting for? Download the original draft of the novel here and start reading! (=

A Rant

Now that I am sufficiently recovered from the month of literary abandon, I think that I can probably write a few more things here.

Time does fly rather quickly when one is not paying too much attention to it, either through the flow of time itself, or through pure procrastination. So many things have occurred within the month of November, and sometimes I just wonder if I truly knew what was going on or more importantly, what had happened. The month of literary abandon; it's probably an escapism for me, to run away from the issues that have been troubling me all these while, to hide from my worries in the hope that when I'm finally ready to meet them, I would be strong enough to face them one by one in a controlled manner, as opposed to being completely lost in my senses in dealing with them all in one go.

I'm making lots of changes in life. November is a month of change, in many ways. The sadness that plagued me in the past still exists, but is even more carefully wrapped up among the layers of time and shielding and protective shell that I have constructed around myself. Time will come again when these layers are once more removed to expose the rather vulnerable self that is the ``real'' me. Meanwhile, more and more changes are coming in place. One novel done, a few revisions of an aimless personal statement for graduate school applications have been written and discarded; I'm finally ready to start writing personal statements that actually concretely answers the questions that are asked in each of the seven different applications. Yes, there is large amounts of change alright.

I've decided to grow out a moustache. I'm still deciding whether to wear my hair long or short, but given the circumstance in which I am in (hot and humid weather that is Singapore), I'm probably just going to go for the short hair as per usual. Maybe when I'm in graduate school, I will just keep my hair long and tie it in a pony tail or something, just to separate the me from the past from the me in the present who is going towards the future. Oh, a moustache, `why?' one might ask. It's a characteristic change; facial hair has always been deemed ``masculine'', and moustaches have a way of keeping women away, something that I am most inclined to do for this upcoming two years---I swore an oath to myself to not be involved in petty relationship-related things during the upcoming two years, starting from August this year. I just don't want to be hurt again; it is hard on myself because I need to actually recover from the blow, and the recovery process tends to be nearly twice as long as a relationship truly took. Recovery is not fun nor easy; it doesn't help when one's surroundings are full of peers who have married/are getting married, since it just keeps opening up the wounds that were just barely freshly healing.

Wounds. Deep, deep wounds of the heart, things that cannot be easily fixed, as far as I know. There's no known cure for healing the heart; the best that we have to date is to let time do the healing. Yet time itself is a double-edged sword; it heals alright, but it also causes a lot of discomfort along the way, with all the yearnings that need to be controlled, the musings of what-if that needs to be reduced, and the sudden pangs of sadness that strike when one suddenly feels the absence of one who was once so close to the self. These are feelings that are hard to put precisely in words; maybe only those who have fallen in and out of love can truly comprehend what I am saying here.

Weirdness. Till now, I am still as weird/odd as ever. Few people see me beyond that veneer of happiness that I show around, with my wacky ways and somewhat relaxed outlook. But that is just a façade that I put up for the world---I've said many times that it is easier to just project one particular personality to certain groups of people so that it makes it easier for them to process the [limited] complexity that governs my personality and behaviour.

Occult calculations and other pseudo-scientific methods of divination have predicted that it is my life path to be loved by everyone than by an other, and as time goes by, I am starting to become a believer of that prophecy myself, given all that I have been through and all else that I think I will be going through. But like all skeptics, I still have my reservations in believing completely in something that is not well reasoned from first principles, but that nagging sensation is getting harder and harder to ignore. Maybe there is a higher purpose in my life that transcends getting closer to a special someone to love; maybe the assimilation of knowledge is the purpose of my life, instead of love. But how would I know?

Past and present, juxtapositions of different temporal zones. Sometimes I feel as though I'm trapped in some kind of time trap, with no easy way to escape. There is always this feeling of a higher dimension that I am vaguely aware of, yet cannot fully attain---it is puzzling indeed. But why would I care anyway? I'm a fatalist in many ways, believing to a large degree that there's a limit on what we can do under the ambit of free will; all that we think to be free will can most likely be a false feeling of being in control, for is it not true that we all do die in the end, no matter what choices we make? Seeing life as an end of the means is just the most ridiculous way of looking at things---it is the most depressing. Life is about the journey, not the destination. Screw higher purpose, screw meaning; we make things up as we go along with life: the things that make more sense, we keep them and for those that don't make any sense, we can just dump them and move on. What's the point of dogma or the idea that there exists one true idea that all must conform to?

Okay, I'm getting off tangent. That's the problem of splitting up a post into multiple writing sessions, since it gets increasingly hard to keep the line of thought more or less consistent, particularly also when the afternoon heat is getting to the mind and keeping it sufficiently sedated that sleep seems to be the most welcoming thing now.

Maybe something less incoherent the next time.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

NaNoWriMo 2009! Official Winner!

After churning 61,907 words, I think I don't need to say more about this. Do visit my personal domain to download the manuscript for the first draft. (=

Thursday, November 19, 2009

还是会寂寞

I like the riff on this piece, very catchy:
《还是会寂寞》——陈绮贞

早已忘了想你的滋味是什么
因为每分每秒都被你占据在心中
你的一举一动牵扯在我生活的隙缝
谁能告诉我离开你的我会有多自由

也曾想过躲进别人温暖的怀中
可是这么一来就一点意义也没有
我的高尚情操一直不断提醒着我
离开你的我不论过多久 还是会寂寞

别对我小心翼翼 别让我看轻你
跟着我 勇敢的走下去
别劝我回心转意 这不是廉价的爱情
看着我 对我说着爱我
Lyrics courtesy of www.inkui.com.

Technical Aspect of NaNoWriMo 2009

Now that I have completed the main task of NaNoWriMo to hit 50k words (up to now, I even have a 2k word buffer), I suppose it might be interesting to talk a little about the set up that I used to work on the novel this month.

For starters, I used vim as my workhorse text editor. I kept a running skeleton/outline of my story thus far, including cast, locations and other relevant information in a file aptly known as idea. It was a very basic set up using a semi-hierarchy system, without any other plugins or things that provided better outlining support. As for the actual novel, I ran two different tools, vim when I was working on Edythe-EEE, and Q10, a minimalistic full screen text editor with live word count and word count target setting, and a clock when I was working on Elyse. I made some modifications for vim on Edythe-EEE though; I remapped j and k to gj and gk respectively, and made sure to unset the textwidth variable. The cumulation of these changes made vim much easier to use to edit ``single-line paragraphs'', since the gj and gk commands allow screen-based movements across the line, instead of just skipping lines (and thus paragraphs!).

I also had a LaTeX source file set up which included the various text files that comprise my chapters. The LaTeX file was set up for A5 paper and would be the means in which I would be typesetting my text. I could have done everything in one file, but the tagging from LaTeX would interfere with the word count, and that it would start to get very unwieldy when all the text of the novel were in one place: the huge quantities of text just makes things unnecessary fatiguing. These were supplemented by a simple bash script that ran pdflatex and wc to get the PDF file of the novel and the word count of the text respectively.

To top everything up, all the files were version controlled using subversion on a space that I had on Assembla, which made synchronising between Edythe-EEE and Elyse an easy task to do.

Maybe I will talk about my inspiration for this piece of writing some other time.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

I Has 50,019 Words!

Greetings and salutations and all forms of well wishes from me! I am half-back from NaNoWriMo, having hit the 50k barrier today. As of now, my word count stands at 50,019 words, and to be honest, I'm not quite down with the story yet---there's still a bunch of things to tie up and conclude.

What does this mean?

I am continuing to write the story despite ``winning'' NaNoWriMo in the conventional sense. The aim this time, of course, is to end the story, and so we'll see how far that goes.

Meanwhile, I think I deserve a drink for a job well done.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

First Slack from NaNoWriMo

M3h. I'm a bad person---I took a day off from NaNoWriMo yesterday to work on my personal statement, which still needs to be reworked. Grr...

Some times I wish I were smarter. Or dead... one of those two.

Just means I don't have to deal with the messes of life. Or something like that.

Crash out time.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

More Mumblings...

Things must always be... complicated. Or so it seems. I really don't know. I'm running out of words, having used up nearly 2,000 of them each day for NaNoWriMo. To date, I have reached about 34,014 words, and am fast on my way to the next big milestone before the 50,000---the 35,000 mark. It's a psychological thing; things seem to look really far and impossible until at least half the distance (be it by count or time or anything for that matter) has occurred, and then the magic barrier of three-quarters is reached, everything suddenly seems to be tractable, and even pleasurable at times.

Anyway, I have gone all off-tangent again, such a common occurrence. Right, things are always complicated in my world, it seems. It is as though it has been ordained in the heavens that whatever I do must be plagued with all kinds of nasties, so that the eventual outcome will always be tainted by a bittersweet flavour.

Weak in the Presence of Beauty

Monday, November 09, 2009

Mulling

Well, I'm still alive and well, I suppose, considering that I have not really said much here for quite a while. It has been quite a ride for the last few days in this month of November, suffice to say, there is a lot to be done, and I hope that I can catch up with everything eventually without killing myself out or tiring myself to the point that I cannot do anything productive.

I think I might be slipping into a mild depression of sorts, if cycles are of any indication. At the very least, I am still in good company, with family and a few remaining friends around to quietly support me. Sometimes I just like throwing in the towel and giving up on everything, but then some survival instinct kicks in and I can't just quit quite so, and I end up being a fighter all over again. Such is my life, I suppose.

I wonder sometimes if the path of the ronin is indeed the one that I am destined to walk. It seems that each time I start to look at the people around me, I find that they are drifting further and further away, making things just a little more sad and depressing. The great pillars of support that I used to have can be seen as basically being non-existent---I'm not sure if I can just survive based on myself alone without these support.

*sighs*

Life is so complicated; sometimes I envy those who decided to take matters into their own hands and just end it---at least they end based on their own terms and conditions, unbeholden to the other people that are around them. Perhaps that's why I keep feeling sorry for myself, since I never seem to have the guts necessary to make a break from the past and to go on my own vision of my future. Or maybe my values are strong enough to disallow me to just cut loose and run from life, since responsibilities weigh me down and making me unable to just make a break for it in the most irresponsible manner.

Maybe I will post more in the near future about what is troubling me; or maybe not. Who really knows?

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

NaNoWriMo 2009!

NaNoWriMo 2009 in progress... I'm currently writing my butt off, in addition to doing all the graduate school applications.

If you are interested in keeping track of my word count progress, you can track it here.