when the muse bites you on the ass...
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lagilmanyou jump.
Driving home tonight, my mind wandered from the potential epigraph of the in-progress work, to a conversational-with-myself riff on something within the epigraph, to a random sentence derived from the riff on the epigraph, to an evolution from the random sentence, to some questions about the mythology of the subject of the evolution, to a modern counterpart of the mythology, to tying it in to what I really want to say...
and in the space of three red lights (about ten minutes) I had a title, a main character, a theme with a vague structure, and a closing line that may become the opening line.
and it really is all my muse's fault. As usual.
Mind you, I have even less time than usual to write this thing, since I lost a number of badly needed days to the ick, and it's not sure if it wants to be a short story or a novella, anyway (oh damn, if it is a novella, it not only fits in well with the romantic fantasy novella seris I've been playing with, but in fact gives it a starting and finishing point, oh DAMN you lizard backbrain!).
Going to go away and have a nervous breakdown now.
And that, dear friends, is how my mind works. Scary, no?
(note 1: "epigraph" is one of those words that gets silly when you use it too often)
(note 2: the sore throat has now developed into pressure in the ears and coughing. My boss has a similar cough, about a day further along than mine. He has been informed he must die. He's cool with that.)
Driving home tonight, my mind wandered from the potential epigraph of the in-progress work, to a conversational-with-myself riff on something within the epigraph, to a random sentence derived from the riff on the epigraph, to an evolution from the random sentence, to some questions about the mythology of the subject of the evolution, to a modern counterpart of the mythology, to tying it in to what I really want to say...
and in the space of three red lights (about ten minutes) I had a title, a main character, a theme with a vague structure, and a closing line that may become the opening line.
and it really is all my muse's fault. As usual.
Mind you, I have even less time than usual to write this thing, since I lost a number of badly needed days to the ick, and it's not sure if it wants to be a short story or a novella, anyway (oh damn, if it is a novella, it not only fits in well with the romantic fantasy novella seris I've been playing with, but in fact gives it a starting and finishing point, oh DAMN you lizard backbrain!).
Going to go away and have a nervous breakdown now.
And that, dear friends, is how my mind works. Scary, no?
(note 1: "epigraph" is one of those words that gets silly when you use it too often)
(note 2: the sore throat has now developed into pressure in the ears and coughing. My boss has a similar cough, about a day further along than mine. He has been informed he must die. He's cool with that.)
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Date: 2005-04-20 03:34 am (UTC)Do you remember enough to write it down? Do we need to get you a tape recorder?
Glad you're crawling back toward human. The Boss dies, though.
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Date: 2005-04-20 01:13 pm (UTC)I used to have a minicorder, as my need to get things down while driving caused Certain Passengers to become very nervous. But in this case the conversation with myself lasted all the way home, and so was able to get it down in some form on paper (well, phosphors), as well as the original thought that triggered it.
Am going to back-burner it for a while, though. Other things about to boil over....