Under Oasine: Chapter Two Synopsis

NO ONE WAS MORE SURPRISED than I to have finished the second chapter of my novel[1], nor when the characters hijacked the plot (at about the 0.23 mark. Stephen King said that was going to happen eventually). Thus, in all its synoptic glory[2]:

In our previous chapter, our three heroes (one reluctant), in their quaint craft the Deeper, tumbled deep into the oasis of Fint to surface only the Hydrator knows where. Are they lost, or is their hometown, or…?

After a brief discussion, Twiz and Ij take the Deeper’s small-boat (and a variety of weapons) for a closer look at their new surroundings while Hapler putters with the quaint craft’s gomaker: a complex assembly of pith and vegetative muscle, now damaged from the Deeper’s tumble.

Twiz and Ij soon discover that, wherever they are, at least they won’t starve. Fish are plentiful within the oasis lagoon, and fruit from its overhanging palm trees; but these are as unfamiliar to the explorers as the songs of afternoon insects. Ij is so taken by a clump of flowers that he doesn’t notice the beast until it leaps on him. A quick struggle, some deft spear-work by Twiz, and the sharp spindly thing lies dead.

Meanwhile, Hapler has troubleshot the damage and is heartened to see that it’s minimal. He is about to effect repairs when a banging on the hull draws his attention: Twiz, with the delirious form of Ij. The two lash their stricken companion into his hammock, then medicate him into sleep.

After a fitful dinner, Twiz and Hapler divide the night between them. Nothing happens during Twiz’ watch (beyond some intense apprehension and self-castigation); Hapler is just beginning to enjoy the strange insect-song when he notices a ring of eyes all around the Deeper. The eyes belong to slender grey-green figures — about a dozen of them — who swarm over the craft and subdue its astonished occupants.

Tune in next time (say, another 5,000 words) for the next thrilling chapter of Under Oasine!

[1] “My novel” (I love saying that; insert Peewee Herman giggle) is called “Under Oasine.” It’s set in an otherwise desert world, and everything I blog about it is tagged, well, http://metaphorager.net/tag/under-oasine/.

[2] Sorry, that’s all you get ’til the whole thing is done. (See http://metaphorager.net/under-oasine-synopsis1/, second paragraph.)

5 comments for “Under Oasine: Chapter Two Synopsis

  1. 2010.05.16 at 1245

    You know it’s gonna be good when the characters take over!

  2. 2010.05.17 at 1601

    I hope so. It’s like I’m watching a movie and writing down what happens. Quite different from newswriting, which is more like making a Tinkertoy with as few pieces as possible. Ann calls me the King of Concisification, and it’s one of my points of honor to write news exactly to suit (whether 15 column inches or 2-3/4. Ask Hoban for proof).

  3. 2010.05.21 at 2127

    Funny, I don’t remember you as concise. Of course, there’s been a lotta water under the bridge since then. A bitch-barrel full, as Dan might say. As a newswriter, I’m sure your WAY more concise than me!

  4. 2010.05.22 at 2113

    Oh, boy … nothing like writing accurately to a deadline day after day after day after to hone the skills. After a while it becomes akin to a spiritual discipline (seriously: it’s not unlike writing Zen koans, or Mishna, but sowing seeds of information instead of wisdom); it also affects the sorts of questions you ask. (Neal’s Proven Last Question, which often dictates scrapping the rest of the interview, since by the time I ask this they’re all relaxed and hunhunhunhhuhuh trusting: “Anything else our readers should know, or that I ought to have asked you, or that you wish I’d asked you … or not asked you?”

  5. 2010.06.08 at 2255

    Many years of writing short public horoscopes has done wonders at streamlining my gassy verbosity. When the time comes for real creativity, it’s the old freedom-through-discipline thing.

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