Writing Partner: A Froggy Friend

D&D Banderhobb mini Painted Face

Ok, I can admit when I’m wrong. I was wrong about this guy.

D&D Banderhobb mini Painted

He’s great, isn’t he? Turns out the banderhobb miniature paints up well! I didn’t do anything with the base, though. I’ve got a long-term basing plan for all of my freshwater monsters, so he’ll be clipped off that one and put on something custom in time. But for now, I think he’s more than good enough to play with.

D&D Banderhobb mini Painted Back

I like to imagine that him floating at the surface of a pong or small lake. Just blending in, like lily pads in grimy water. Waiting until something gets close enough to gulp up.

D&D Banderhobb mini Painted Face

More importantly, he made for a great writing partner. I’ve finished both of my outlines. That means it’s time to start a new project.

My next book will be a horror novel built out of multiple short stories and novelettes about the same character. Most chapters will stand alone, but together they tell a complete story and showcase the character’s arc.

It’s a very different book than my last one, but I plan on taking it in bite-sized chunks. This means we’re going to need a lot of varied writing partners. And I already have the first one in mind.

Stay tuned!

Writing Partner: Working on a Character

After a couple of weeks off, I’m back to work. This time, on a pair of outlines. I have one for the book I want to write for NaNoWriMo and another for the one I’m working on in the meantime. Beyond basic plotting I also have to wrap my mind around a bunch of new characters. For a job like this, I’ll need the help of someone who is a real character themselves. And with that in mind… look at this abomination! 

Banderhobb miniature unpainted

I mean, why did I even buy this? In D&D it’s called a banderhobb, but I think of him as the gross little frogman I bought on a whim for 5 bucks. There had to be a reason. I think it’s that face: dumb, greasy, and bulbous. If I didn’t inexplicably love him, I’d hate him.

But somewhere in those wideset eyes is meaning. Why is he like this?  What niche does he fill in his environment? I know he’s a swamp predator, but why? What force of nature, or act of fate, molded him?

Similarly, I know the purpose I need my characters to fill in my narrative. But what got them there? What made them the people they are now and, more importantly, faced with what I’m about to put them through, what will they do next?

Stay tune. With the help of this grotesque frogman, I’m going to figure it out.