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stillnotbored and darkspires I got some ideas on how to fix the abominable heap of dumpage that was chapter 10. Considering that chapter 11 had some of the same issues, these ideas also applied to it. I guess my backbrain decided to take that ball and run with it, because overnight Wednesday an entire game plan for chapter 11 planted itself in my forebrain, allowing me to do a good scrubbing and mending. It will still need some work, but it's better now, and enough that I can safely proceed with the rest of the draft.
After months of being turgid and uncooperative, this idea is really flowing and inspiring me again. I'm enjoying working on it now after having to force myself to it for quite some time. I am happy.
In other news:hominysnark reminded me of an interesting dream I had...let's see, that would have been overnight Wednesday, too. I must have been on something. Anyway, I was tooling around the Pacific Northwest in this tiny, bright yellow sports car—I think it was an Alpha Romeo or one of those ancient MGs—and this car had no roof, see. So it kind of resembled one of those Autopia cars from Disneyland. And it had patches of bondo and rust and rattled a lot and was probably a death trap and I barely fit inside. But this Chinese girl who I didn't know asked me if she could ride along as I toured through the mountains near the ocean.
Now, I should say although the forestation of these mountains resembled the Pacific Northwest, the steepness of the mountains, the precariousness of the narrow and winding mountain roads, and the precipitous juxtaposition of the sea to the mountains rather more resembled the Italian Riviera—but whatevs.
So we're going up and down those roads in the death trap, stopping every now and then to park and make our way down hillside paths to the sea looking for...something. I'm not sure what, if we were looking for a building we had only vague directions to or what. Then, at one point, we're on one of these paths and a vista opens up through the trees and we look out across the bay towards a massive volcano that's sitting out there on another part of the peninsula and I say, "Oh, look, it's Mount Rainier." And at that moment, it decides to erupt, this ginormous ash cloud mushrooming out the top. I tell my companion we need to get back to the car, fast, because when that ash cloud collapses, there's going to be a pyroclastic flow and it will scorch our asses to cinders. So we rush back up the mountain path, jump in the yellow deathtrap and start racing up the mountain road heading for higher ground, hoping that wheezing old car makes it. I keep checking out the bay and the ash cloud and as it collapses and I notice all these cars coming down the road not going up and I wonder if the pyroclastic flow is going to get us, should I warn them and cause a traffic jam or just take care of myself, or if they know something we don't...
And then I woke up. I have no idea if our asses got burnt to cinders. I guess I'll have to write that one of find out what happens.
stillnotbored and darkspires I got some ideas on how to fix the abominable heap of dumpage that was chapter 10. Considering that chapter 11 had some of the same issues, these ideas also applied to it. I guess my backbrain decided to take that ball and run with it, because overnight Wednesday an entire game plan for chapter 11 planted itself in my forebrain, allowing me to do a good scrubbing and mending. It will still need some work, but it's better now, and enough that I can safely proceed with the rest of the draft.After months of being turgid and uncooperative, this idea is really flowing and inspiring me again. I'm enjoying working on it now after having to force myself to it for quite some time. I am happy.
In other news:
hominysnark reminded me of an interesting dream I had...let's see, that would have been overnight Wednesday, too. I must have been on something. Anyway, I was tooling around the Pacific Northwest in this tiny, bright yellow sports car—I think it was an Alpha Romeo or one of those ancient MGs—and this car had no roof, see. So it kind of resembled one of those Autopia cars from Disneyland. And it had patches of bondo and rust and rattled a lot and was probably a death trap and I barely fit inside. But this Chinese girl who I didn't know asked me if she could ride along as I toured through the mountains near the ocean.Now, I should say although the forestation of these mountains resembled the Pacific Northwest, the steepness of the mountains, the precariousness of the narrow and winding mountain roads, and the precipitous juxtaposition of the sea to the mountains rather more resembled the Italian Riviera—but whatevs.
So we're going up and down those roads in the death trap, stopping every now and then to park and make our way down hillside paths to the sea looking for...something. I'm not sure what, if we were looking for a building we had only vague directions to or what. Then, at one point, we're on one of these paths and a vista opens up through the trees and we look out across the bay towards a massive volcano that's sitting out there on another part of the peninsula and I say, "Oh, look, it's Mount Rainier." And at that moment, it decides to erupt, this ginormous ash cloud mushrooming out the top. I tell my companion we need to get back to the car, fast, because when that ash cloud collapses, there's going to be a pyroclastic flow and it will scorch our asses to cinders. So we rush back up the mountain path, jump in the yellow deathtrap and start racing up the mountain road heading for higher ground, hoping that wheezing old car makes it. I keep checking out the bay and the ash cloud and as it collapses and I notice all these cars coming down the road not going up and I wonder if the pyroclastic flow is going to get us, should I warn them and cause a traffic jam or just take care of myself, or if they know something we don't...
And then I woke up. I have no idea if our asses got burnt to cinders. I guess I'll have to write that one of find out what happens.
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Date: 2009-08-03 03:03 am (UTC)And that dream would have left me rattled for a good long while. No fair for it to end on a cliffhanger!
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Date: 2009-08-03 03:19 am (UTC)Yep, once the psychic air cleared, things start moving again.
And that dream would have left me rattled for a good long while.
I'm choosing to interpret it as my subconscious telling me the writing jam was coming to an end. ;-) Either that, or life is precious and you better live it to the fullest.
No fair for it to end on a cliffhanger!
Tell me about it!
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