I have been crawling the last few days. I'm still in the middle of CHapter 10 -- my guy has just been snatched from the street where he was running away from the nasty one, who has slaughtered the Boss and his sidekicks, and I have to write two half-chapters of the nasty one being nasty and I hate that. In the previous attempt I just had my guy not narrate that. "I hate to thinkj about it --" what a cop out!
I don't think I'm really an extremely kind person, but I have inhibitions about cruelty, and I still haven't completely shakenm the atavistic, primitive superstition that what one writes becomes in a way real. But if all the sorcerer guys were like Meranda or the Boss, I don't think there'd have been a story. Without factional infighting I'd have had to invent an Act of God to get my guy out in the world, and then when they oicked him up again, they'd be sensible and gentle with him, and he'd have no reason to developo a will of his own.
I was up last night for hours -- I just had to pee, and then I couldn't sleep. So I'm going to take a nap now.
When I go back to work, the thing is to write at leat 1500 words of nastiness.
I don't think I'm really an extremely kind person, but I have inhibitions about cruelty, and I still haven't completely shakenm the atavistic, primitive superstition that what one writes becomes in a way real. But if all the sorcerer guys were like Meranda or the Boss, I don't think there'd have been a story. Without factional infighting I'd have had to invent an Act of God to get my guy out in the world, and then when they oicked him up again, they'd be sensible and gentle with him, and he'd have no reason to developo a will of his own.
I was up last night for hours -- I just had to pee, and then I couldn't sleep. So I'm going to take a nap now.
When I go back to work, the thing is to write at leat 1500 words of nastiness.