Beautiful World, Rene Magritte
10,011. 4:50 a.m., the radio news announcer slaps my ears awake with his urgent prattle. My eyes blink open. I’m awake and in serious need of inspiration, already dreading facing the novel this morning. Since I’m still at the re-visioning stage of this new version of A Lamentation of Swans, there’s no reason for me to be afraid–it’s a wide open field and I can chase all the butterflies I want.
Soon enough I’m at my desk with coffee, Mac is up, the journal is open, and I start chasing butterflies down the merry path. It’s a good thing I didn’t blow it off. The formless dark behind my eyes began to suggest a bit of shape here and there, brought into being through my story notes, the hand talking to the journal. I’m trying to develop Chapter 2. I think it will be Gaius’s chapter. I’ve already got one scene written, and now I’m thinking of what he does next–maybe he hangs with his new lover, the alluring Annasara. Need to bring her on scene, start establishing their relationship, and set Gaius up for that little problem waiting for him just ahead–where a fanged butterfly hovers.
I took a day off Shadow to do some more research and planning for my travel website. Meeting with my webmaster friend Friday. He’s already got an idea up for the home page which I like (but now I need to do the text).
I read Ch. 51 of Shadow last night at my critique group and got good response although I noted some places myself that can be improved on and later was left with this feeling that bugged me all day, that it’s all going where??? But I guess that’s the usual feeling we all get now and then. I’m sure I’ll think differently when I get time to sit down tomorrow and make note of the critiquing suggestions (which are bound to improve it). Ready to start on the next part too!
Comment by wynn — January 16, 2008 @ 1:33 |