The mongoose of fate

[pjthompson]

1750 words today at lunch on chapter 10. I think my new little toy is working—in terms of how quickly I write. That the story seems to be headed off on some weird tangent is another thing. I have the feeling, even as I write these scenes, that they will wind up on the cutting room floor in the second draft. But I've got to write them. My psyche is not going to let me progress to the next phase of the story without going through these. So I'll get them out of my system, then . . .

Maybe the hind end of my brain knows better then the front end. That's often the case. Maybe these scenes do belong in here and this whole weird area is vital to the characters' growth and the overall story arc. Something in me says it is, even when my brain's saying, "No, no, no."

I only think I'm driving this wagon. The horses let me hold onto the reins of my illusion, then go the way they want to go. But at least they're traveling now at a faster clip!


Random quote of the day:

"Fate is as gentle with men as a mongoose is with snakes."

—Vietnamese saying

Comments

[merebrillante.livejournal.com]

The horses are your instincts. Trust them to get you where you need to be.

And never rely on kitties to steer you out of the deep, dark woods.

[pjthompson]

Yeah, I'll follow their lead. I've got no choice in the matter. If I don't let them go, they stop altogether.

And never rely on kitties to steer you out of the deep, dark woods.

Oh God, no. They like leading you deeper in.

[everyonesakitty.livejournal.com]

niiiice quote. Dude, it's fascinating how your story is coming out. I'm sure following your instincts is good...

[pjthompson]

They've always--well, almost always--know the right thing to do in the past. I'm going to "let them have their head."