I climaxed too soon
Dec. 21st, 2005 02:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pjthompsonI've been feverishly working away on the big fight scene and I realized part of the reason these folks have been yapping instead of doing, part of the reason I've been so reluctant to write this now. This is the 1968 climax, and the next section of the book that I'll go to is the 6th century part. But the part immediately following the '68 climax (as currently configured) would be the lead up to the 6th century climax. So, the pacing would be all fricky fracky—churn up, then slow down. I need to save this chapter until after the 6th century climax so I can have it line up as climax-climax-1976 climax. Bing bang bong instead of an anti-climactic hurdy gurdy movement.
I'm glad I realized this before anyone read this section of ms.
Other characters of the day
Whenever I read Charles De Lint's stories, as I have been this week, I get an itching to return to my Dos Lunas County stories. On the surface, De Lint's Newford stories and my Dos Lunas County stories are similar—both contemporary fantasies about a place where the magical and the ordinary intersect—so that's where the itching comes from.
But Dos Lunas isn't really Newford. For one thing, Newford is urban and Dos Lunas is a small country in rural Southern California. CDL elevates artists to a semi-divine, always mystical status, whereas the inhabits of Dos Lunas are just folks. Peculiar folks, to be sure, but just folks. And I didn't read anything by CDL until Dos Lunas was a done deal, so the two places formed up way differently.
Today, I heard that distant siren call of JK Montmorency, the psychic sheriff; Ramona, whose chickens keep getting kidnapped by aliens or chupacabras or both; Yaku Ravenwing, the story shaman; and Eudora, the bartending naiad, were all calling out to me. They'll be happy when I'm through with The Novel, too. (Really, it isn't just you.)
Randomness of the day
I got a dollar bill from the café here at work stamped on one side with Cheri's Unique Tattoos, Concord, CA and on the other with Cheri's Unique Tattoos II, Fallon, NV. So, I'm thinking it came from one of the grad students...or am I being prejudiced against staid academics?
I'm glad I realized this before anyone read this section of ms.
Other characters of the day
Whenever I read Charles De Lint's stories, as I have been this week, I get an itching to return to my Dos Lunas County stories. On the surface, De Lint's Newford stories and my Dos Lunas County stories are similar—both contemporary fantasies about a place where the magical and the ordinary intersect—so that's where the itching comes from.
But Dos Lunas isn't really Newford. For one thing, Newford is urban and Dos Lunas is a small country in rural Southern California. CDL elevates artists to a semi-divine, always mystical status, whereas the inhabits of Dos Lunas are just folks. Peculiar folks, to be sure, but just folks. And I didn't read anything by CDL until Dos Lunas was a done deal, so the two places formed up way differently.
Today, I heard that distant siren call of JK Montmorency, the psychic sheriff; Ramona, whose chickens keep getting kidnapped by aliens or chupacabras or both; Yaku Ravenwing, the story shaman; and Eudora, the bartending naiad, were all calling out to me. They'll be happy when I'm through with The Novel, too. (Really, it isn't just you.)
Randomness of the day
I got a dollar bill from the café here at work stamped on one side with Cheri's Unique Tattoos, Concord, CA and on the other with Cheri's Unique Tattoos II, Fallon, NV. So, I'm thinking it came from one of the grad students...or am I being prejudiced against staid academics?