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1st weekend of Spring
Mar. 22nd, 2008 03:04 pm“Tormented” (yes, in quotes) this morning by dreams and possibilities. Since the ending of the original novel—which I am still revising—didn’t take me to the end of the story, I have begun on another.
Yes, I am a nutcase.
I finished a chapter and was ready to go back to the original novel. But this morning I woke up at 5 a.m. with all these new possibilities in my head. My alternative reality novel veered from its original path somewhat and now there are so many possibilities for the completion of the story. I woke up with at least three scenes playing like a movie in my head. Tossed and turned. Why won’t these people shut up? When I point out that something is irrational, they rewrite the scene on the fly and present it again. I’m not ready for this.
And mind you, I turned the TV off last night because I couldn’t concentrate. I read some more of Flavius Josephus and berated him again for siding so blatantly with the Romans. And for not being clear. And for not telling me exactly what the Romans did to inflame the Jews of that time. Or how minor skirmishes were fought. I am a fussy critic. And of something that isn’t even a history text in the terms that we now think of written history. So, none of my tormented dreams have the specificity that they need to have. At least, not until you get to personal relationships. I am fond of writing arguments, as my workshop as pointed out. Meanwhile both workshops nagged me about Plot. I like to let my characters roam and discover their world. And argue with each other. And occasionally love each other. The notion that they must have a goal in life is rather repugnant. As if life isn’t worth living unless you are besting someone else. But that’s another argument.
Meanwhile, it’s a beautiful spring day. The Tennessee Williams festival is going on, even though I didn’t see a panel that interested me. I went to service this morning, so I’ve done my duty. I was going to see “The Band’s Visit”, but decided to wait and see if a friend wanted to go. If I don’t hear from her soon, I will still go.
Yes, I am a nutcase.
I finished a chapter and was ready to go back to the original novel. But this morning I woke up at 5 a.m. with all these new possibilities in my head. My alternative reality novel veered from its original path somewhat and now there are so many possibilities for the completion of the story. I woke up with at least three scenes playing like a movie in my head. Tossed and turned. Why won’t these people shut up? When I point out that something is irrational, they rewrite the scene on the fly and present it again. I’m not ready for this.
And mind you, I turned the TV off last night because I couldn’t concentrate. I read some more of Flavius Josephus and berated him again for siding so blatantly with the Romans. And for not being clear. And for not telling me exactly what the Romans did to inflame the Jews of that time. Or how minor skirmishes were fought. I am a fussy critic. And of something that isn’t even a history text in the terms that we now think of written history. So, none of my tormented dreams have the specificity that they need to have. At least, not until you get to personal relationships. I am fond of writing arguments, as my workshop as pointed out. Meanwhile both workshops nagged me about Plot. I like to let my characters roam and discover their world. And argue with each other. And occasionally love each other. The notion that they must have a goal in life is rather repugnant. As if life isn’t worth living unless you are besting someone else. But that’s another argument.
Meanwhile, it’s a beautiful spring day. The Tennessee Williams festival is going on, even though I didn’t see a panel that interested me. I went to service this morning, so I’ve done my duty. I was going to see “The Band’s Visit”, but decided to wait and see if a friend wanted to go. If I don’t hear from her soon, I will still go.
