Scrovels are a script-novel hybrids I created in college. I wanted a more group-oriented literary work. A book that could be read, in whatever allotted time was permitted. Whether 10 minutes on a stage, or 40 minutes every week at a local pub. A work of art that included the audience, or even other readers, depending on whatever my audience at the time wanted. Around 2013, 2014 is when these works started to really take form. Which lead to weekly serials. Some of which are no longer published, because I never transitioned them into ebooks. Scrovels were incredibly fun write. Difficult to read alone, as a narrator, and unfortunately required a lot of formatting. Which, at the time, ebooks could not handle scripts or any type of hybrids. Scrovels are an artform, I would like to return to in the future, because they provide a different sort of read. They still have the long in-depth descriptions of novels, but the dialogue moves as quickly as scripts. This allows for a bookworm to slow down and really see the setting, the characters, in a way that a play or a film would not allow without a production. It is the cast and crew that bring life to a play or a film. Which means, when casting them in their roles, those individuals change those characters. I didn't have the luxury of hiring actors, or individuals to play roles. And, at that time in my life, I wasn't heard. So any form of collaboration, would have completely, utterly changed my vision. So for serials I had published, like Captain Hooker, and her removable trident, those characters would never have existed. Their creations were ahead of imagination. Scrovels were unfortunately ahead of their time, and I could not keep up with having to reformat a blog for a Scrovel, every time I got hacked or my website got vandalized by someone homophobic. With ebooks not supporting the creative layout of Scrovels, and theater and film producers and directors, not seeing the value in description. The innovation died.
Most readers see books as pages, when they're not. They're word counts and font. And if you change the size of those, it automatically changes the number of pages in a book. You cannot measure a book by pages correctly, and have free will with layout and aesthetics. Pages are frustratingly obsolete, for the authors, and the publishers. It's even more frustrating for the readers, when they can't understand why a book with tiny font, is larger than a book with large font. It's because of the number of words in the book. If there is a large book with small font, that is bigger than a small book with large font, then the large book, with super tiny font, has a much higher word count. Sure, you can get more pages out of a tiny book, by increasing its font size. For example, a children's book. Tiny word count, LARGE font.
SO... when you take a novel, and cut out all the lines that surround dialogue. And instead leave description and action, you decrease the word count. But because it is formatted like a script, it increases the pages. There's more blank space. The description in a Scrovel is more compact, and suddenly the dialogue bursts free. In such a way, that a book can go from blocks to shapes like strands of DNA. It forces the book to have a visual appeal novels lack.
I started playing with Scrovels back in 2008, 2009. But never published them until 2013, when I was blogging and reading live on stages. It was an art-form that was still taking shape, and was killed by technology at the time. It had no support system. Fans loved it. But I couldn't provide it in ebooks. And that's what they wanted at the time. So I dropped Scrovels for Short Stories. To learn to compact my oral story-telling in a smaller frame. Versus spread it out for a way to interact with an audience. I will say, the thing I miss about Scrovels, was the audience participation. The build-up to when a character would speak, and their objects, outfits, whatever made them unique. Like Captain Hooker's Trident, or the crossbow and broadsword vibrator duels in Pizzarotica. Drunkotica was the story that made me known for Crossbow Erotica. Or "Weaponrotica". They were fartchetched, frivolous stories, meant to make myself and others uncomfortable, embarrassed and fit for laughter. I miss writing that, because they weren't deep, they meant to get me away from everything deep in my life, at the time. I needed the laughs more than anyone.
I'd wanted to create a genre of literature, and music, my whole life. I wanted to do something different. Free myself from the pain I was experiencing. And I did it, for a very short while. And then I watched it die, due to circumstances outside my control. When I am ready, I will pickup Scrovels again. But for the meantime, I'm getting the deep pieces out of the way. Afterwards, I'll be overdue for another laugh. You can buy me scotch on the rocks, when we get there. Because we're going to need drinks for all the things I say. Because we will all be very embarrassed, by the time I'm reading farfetched stories again. Especially me. Gratefully, me.
These are the surviving Scrovels that made the leap to ebooks. There are more than will have to make that leap, now that technology is ready for them.
Book Category: Novella, Scrovel
Word Count: 38253
Published: August 14, 2014
Book Category: Novelette, Scrovel
Word Count: 12,513
Published: November 21, 2014