For a long time I’ve assumed that the purpose of human life on earth is to attend to the needs of cats. But maybe we’re destined for something even more wonderful…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=Ws6AAhTw7RA
http://alter43.tumblr.com/post/11271088879
“Siesta” by Istvan Lichner:
Gunpowder Tea is getting there. This will be a beta-able draft. I’ve reined in the length, the mess in the middle is getting less messy, and I’ve settled on an ending (haven’t written it properly yet, but settling is half the battle). In a few days I’m popping back to Australia for a three week visit. I think I’ll be fairly busy while I’m there, so may not get much writing done. I want to work more on the middle before I go, and if I can do 500 words a day while I’m there I should have 20,000 words of this draft by the time I get back, with probably another 10,000 to go, but the last third should be something of a downhill run. These imaginary numbers soothe me.
I can’t pin down exactly why I’m having so much trouble with this story. I wish I could know for certain, because I’d like to not have this kind of trouble again. I’m pretty sure it has to do with the size of the departure from the original daydream, plus the amount of logical, nonintuitive thinking I’ve had to do while also trying to keep dream-logic in there. But maybe there’s something I haven’t thought of.
I just hope I’ve built some muscles that will be easier to use next time!
Or it could be that my writing started pulling away in a particular direction last year. It got more emotional and started dealing with material I feel strongly about, which I’d avoided up until then. And this is an older story that I started before last year, and it could be that I’m writing it in the persona of a slightly earlier me. And sometimes I forget and turn into present-me and write things that don’t suit the story.
Anyway, sleeves up, back to it!
