The new book is taking a great deal of my time, draining it away from the wiki and this blog. It being Saturday, I'll take some time to explain what's gone on this last week, which has flown by. I'm 11 days into the book's writing, with 14 pages written ... dense pages, 8x11 in size and ten-point font. Managing a page a day is comfortable and practical; the time commitment is some 2 to 4 hours each day. This goes by in a state of flow; a finger snap and it's into my dinner time. I feel like I've spent the last week being shot out of a cannon.
Ran D&D last night. The players achieved their goal of plundering the lost Portuguese treasure ship that had escaped with the Portuguese Royal Family in 1580, when Portugal fell to Spain. This ran over 1,000,000 gold pieces and experience. Every person in the party went up a level, including the ranger that was 9th and is now 10th, and the druid that was 11th and now 12th. The players chose not to plunder the whole ship. Two near TPKs and a whole lot of nasty left, they settled for the first grab and decided they were done with the underwater adventure and ready to return to the above world. That was the end of our last running.
Last night was all record-keeping and accounting. Everyone wanted access to the market place (Las Palmas in the Canaries); they had their character stats and sage knowledge to update; they had all the usual questions to ask and plan-making to do. Nothing was firmly decided, except their intention to return to Europe. During the evening, the players themselves raised the discussion of "Is it worth it to spend a whole running doing bookkeeping." The answer was overwhelmingly YES ... followed by admonitions for people who play such shallow games they don't think any approach is needed towards building up the character's livelihood and personal reach. After all, if we're not going to build anything with the money, what the fuck difference does it make if we're 9th level or 10th?
Today, I'm working on descriptions and pricing for tree nuts. Then it'll be crops for farming cloth fibres (cotton, hemp, jute, sisal, ramie, etc.) ... then vegetables and tubers. I need to calculate the cost to hire farmhands and fruit pickers. Then it's into livestock, with sections on horses, cattle, sheep, goats and pigs, followed by fowl, donkeys, mules, elephants and other various creatures. Then fishes. This is a long haul, and should take me much of February ... but once the animals are done I'll be in a position to work on complex foodstuffs, since I'll have prices for what's grown or raised on farms.
In the distance after that is cloth and clothing, then wood products, with the concommitant sections on vehicles and ships. Then stone and building materials, construction rules, followed by chemical products like perfume, paint, lamp oil and what else. Then, finally, after all that's done, I can sink myself into the horror that is metallurgy and metalwork. That, then, would be the whole book.
This'll be well over 2,000 products. The size, at the going rate, is going to be big. I'm operating on a principle that the final product will cost 50 cents a page. I'm considering the practicality of drawing a line at 200 pages and calling it "volume 1," if need be. I really have no idea how big the work is going to be. I only know that I don't want to hold back. If I want to use 45 words to describe "gooseberries," then I will. Many things, much more complex, will need many more words than that. I want to give it all as much verbiage as it deserves.
One page a day. I just need to keep myself in a good state of mind, to feel comfortable working and to feel assured that I'm not going to quit, as I have with so many projects. Those failings haunt me ... as they haunt any writer. Thankfully, much of the head-and-design work has been done. Readers who have seen my pricing tables know exactly how big they are, and how many things they include. Those tables are the crutch I need to hobble my way home.
Okay. Post done. To work.