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Imagination on the move
May. 17th, 2009 03:46 pmIt's been awhile since I've lived in the dream of a story. I'm not sure why. Or maybe I can think of a lot of reasons, each too boring to go into. But I miss it. The phantom limb of my imagination throbs, but I can't scratch it.
And yet, things seem to be moving again. Slowly, the phantom limb solidifies. Last week an old high fantasy novel that I abandoned long ago started whispering to me again. "I've got a new title for you, dearie. Much better than the tawdry old one."
Ice In My Bones
I'd done quite a lot of work on that one without actually writing it. So much outlining, in fact, that it killed the dream of the story, which effectively killed the possibility of me writing it. The main character of that one has never quite left me alone, though, popping his head up now and again like a toadstool on the lawn. I think he'd like his shot at a fairy ring or some such. Maybe now that I've forgotten many of the nuts and bolts of the story I can go back to dreaming it and write the damned thing down. Maybe not.
Pressing a lot harder last week was the sequel to A Rain of Angels. I've done quite bit of work on that one, too. I still don't have a solid enough ending, but most of the main characters have names now. Still one crucial person left unnamed. I'm sure she'll whisper her name to me one of these days soon, though. Carsten and Rye and the others will return, but there are a new batch of New Batchers, too.
And still no title for that one: An Intermittent Flurry of Angels perhaps? A Blitzkrieg of Angels? Even More Barfing Angels?
It remains a mystery. But one that will probably be solved.
And I'm doing the "reader's read through" of A Rain of Angels right now. I'm not allowing myself to make major changes, just reading several chapters a day as a reader would (minor fixes allowable). I'm glad I am. Many more typos than I would have expected and odd bits of formatting and left out things. I'm up to chapter 16 and it reads pretty good. Not perfect, but yanno, I'm done with it.
And Venus in Transit? Still working it's way slowly through the workshop to much general ambivalence. I've inched closer to a solution to the problems on that one, too, as well as some major revisions to what's already done—which I'll probably do before posting it to (hopefully) get reactions on the new material. But some crucial things still elude me.
I imagine my imagination will come up with something there, too. Where there's life there's hope, after all.
And yet, things seem to be moving again. Slowly, the phantom limb solidifies. Last week an old high fantasy novel that I abandoned long ago started whispering to me again. "I've got a new title for you, dearie. Much better than the tawdry old one."
Ice In My Bones
I'd done quite a lot of work on that one without actually writing it. So much outlining, in fact, that it killed the dream of the story, which effectively killed the possibility of me writing it. The main character of that one has never quite left me alone, though, popping his head up now and again like a toadstool on the lawn. I think he'd like his shot at a fairy ring or some such. Maybe now that I've forgotten many of the nuts and bolts of the story I can go back to dreaming it and write the damned thing down. Maybe not.
Pressing a lot harder last week was the sequel to A Rain of Angels. I've done quite bit of work on that one, too. I still don't have a solid enough ending, but most of the main characters have names now. Still one crucial person left unnamed. I'm sure she'll whisper her name to me one of these days soon, though. Carsten and Rye and the others will return, but there are a new batch of New Batchers, too.
And still no title for that one: An Intermittent Flurry of Angels perhaps? A Blitzkrieg of Angels? Even More Barfing Angels?
It remains a mystery. But one that will probably be solved.
And I'm doing the "reader's read through" of A Rain of Angels right now. I'm not allowing myself to make major changes, just reading several chapters a day as a reader would (minor fixes allowable). I'm glad I am. Many more typos than I would have expected and odd bits of formatting and left out things. I'm up to chapter 16 and it reads pretty good. Not perfect, but yanno, I'm done with it.
And Venus in Transit? Still working it's way slowly through the workshop to much general ambivalence. I've inched closer to a solution to the problems on that one, too, as well as some major revisions to what's already done—which I'll probably do before posting it to (hopefully) get reactions on the new material. But some crucial things still elude me.
I imagine my imagination will come up with something there, too. Where there's life there's hope, after all.