As a writer, especially one who deals in fanciful worlds, one has to make rules for their universe and then STICK WITH THEM.
I find, most of the time, that it works out better that way, you have to get more creative than usual to keep up with the limitations of your world. Chenda’s world has no radios – so communication is often slow and a bitch. My rule and I had to live inside them.
Children’s books go the same way. Kevin and I have a bit of a loose rule for stories that no one can solve the hero’s problem for him. He’s got to save himself – more or less. It’s a good rule; kids can connect to that. It’s better if the hero grows and learns that he had it in him all along to do what must be done. And then I was stoopid, STOOPID, StOoPid and added a CRAZY rhyme scheme with the latest one I am writing.
14 line stanzas: the internal rhyming for lines 1 and 2, double internal rhyming in the first half of lines 3-14 with rhyming end couplets.
Opening lines -
What the world knows of mechanical ducks is they paddle through streams and in lakes.
And the waddling tales of mechanical ducks are for splashing while trailing through wakes.
Pattern for other lines:
First they inspected through parts disconnected until they found just the right things:
flaps and a motor, two skids and a rotor, a scoop of cogs, sprockets and rings.
Uh, huh. That’s rough, but since I’m 3/4ths done, I guess I am stuck with it.
She sat all alone as her brains turned to stone and the rhymes dribbled out of her ears.
Hope Kevin can sketch, as my marbles I fetch, Oh, these rhymes are a pain in the rear.