Week Three: Victor’s Monster-building Woes
Hey there writers,
I once knew a man who dreamed that he would one day write a novel build a robot monster golem. His name was Victor Frankenstein. Victor bet his good friend, Robert, that he could build the automaton in thirty days.
He told all of his friends and family in the village and on facebook that he would be building this golem, and they all “liked” this, and Mrs. Frankenstein even offered to wash his lab coats during the month, as long as he made up for it in December.
And so, inspirited by the support of his friends and monster building colleagues, Victor got to work writing his novel building his golem. It all started out great. Victor had drawn up some design plans beforehand, so when the month began, he got right to work. Every day, he salvaged some scrap metal from the quarry, carried it up to his laboratory on the hill and, following his carefully laid plans, began to assemble a golem masterpiece. Then, things started to go wrong.
Mrs. Frankenstein accidentally shrunk some of his dry-clean only lab coats. Some of the villagers asked why he never went to the village tavern anymore. To make matters worse, Victor realized that there were some huge gaps in his design plans and the quarry where he got all of his material was now empty. He looked back at the clunky misshapen thing on the lab bench and realized that it only vaguely resembled a golem, and it didn’t have a plot brain.
But Frankenstein, the stubborn mad scientist that he was, continued on. He went to the monster building forums, and learned of some other ways he could harvest material. In fact, some of his colleagues had some scrap metal to spare in the adoption forums. But his monster still didn’t have a brain and he had no idea where he was going to find one in just two weeks.
Then, one stormy night in Week 3, Victor was going through the monster building motions, just writing random scenes connecting random pieces of scrap metal, when suddenly lightning struck. The lightning traveled through all of the monster circuits that Victor had laid out during the first two weeks, reached his golem, and caused a massive explosion.
When the smoke cleared, the robot monster golem stood up and started walking around on its own. Victor threw his arms into the air and shouted, “It’s alive!”
From that moment on, Victor and his monster-in-progress carried twice as much material (material that seemingly grew overnight) up from the quarry, and worked through the gaps in his design plans. They raced towards the finish line of the monster building challenge.
At the end of the month, Frankenstein’s monster may have been ugly, but it had found its brain.
I don’t know where you are in your novels, but I promise you: Keep going into Week 3 and that lightning will strike and your novel will come alive. It may take 40,000 words before it happens, but that moment alone is worth the journey.
As Mary Shelley said, “Nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose – a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.” Go write. Your novel is waiting.
Municipal Liaison for Los Angeles, California