Ep. 289: Cardboard & How I Start a Novel

Bookbinding

I discovered cardboard. Not originally, but in my stack of leftovers and the myriad boxes that my local grocery store piles up after receiving shipments of everything from drinks to bananas. More importantly, I’ve started to use them in my bookbinding. Yea! Free supplies!

Last month I made two French link stitch blank notebooks wherein I used cardboard strips to strength the covers. The covers are usually paper folded over to match the size of the book. Flexible but not suitable for what I want to do with the books: write on them while sitting with them on my lap.

This month I made the cover completely cardboard. An A6-size blank notebook with 140 pages.With two colors of thread: green and blue. The front has symbols for the box it came in: no water, no sharp objects, and be careful? hold it in your hands?

This might be used in a foreign language study milieu rather than the red brocade one I made last month. (Visible below)

Ficition

Still! Still working on Heart of September. Will this cauldron of confusion never end? However, it is progressing. Slowly but moving forward. Maybe toward the end. Unfortunately, I have already thought of a companion piece, a novel whose main character is Amelia, one of the main characters in Heart of September. Whether this novel comes to fruition or not is questionable. I should concentrate on finishing my current work in progress.

Speaking of coming up with stories, I am attracted to the story of a novel in several ways. The most common, for me, is to envision a character and try to find a situation that fits the character. For example: once I saw in my imagination a Japanese artist wandering around Spain looking at art. I put him in 17th century Spain, where he meets Cervantes and has an adventure with two body guards and a disgraced nun. The novel, Giapan, uses Don Quixote in several ways: plot, characters, Cervantes, and Cervantes’ style of tangents. 

Another way a story slaps me across the face is by using dialog. I hear, again in my imagination, a conversation between two or three people and have to find a place where they could be. I had an entire dialog between a man and a robot once. I decided the man would be a blimp pilot and he was spying on his girlfriend but the blimp was controlled by a robot; a robot with an attitude. The novel, A Year Without Days, evolved into a conspiracy of religious scammers and how the man and his girlfriend had to stop them from bombing places in Tokyo.