the River basket and tools will be in the closet for a while. My left thumb is acting the fool and I'm right-handed. Keyboarding is slow, pens are no problem
It feels like I've been herding rabbits with rabies. Every time I turn around, there are more of them, all sweaty and wild-eyed. The real problem--I didn't know where I was leading them.
The first book, a romance, never gave me this kind of trouble because every good romance must have a Happily Ever After. Readers demand it. Prophets Tango delivers.
This time, the story is not primarily a romance and I haven't been able to see from here to the imaginary there. The story didn't know what it was living for. Until yesterday.
After spending hours with acres of notes, I stared at the spiral of scenes, then into the void. Who owns that little voice inside my head? I didn't recognize it.
Came the voice, "How does it end?"
The question immediately reminded me of some lines from my favorite movie, "Shakespeare in Love". (Yes, Will could have had me for a scrap of paper with his ink on it.)
Lord Wessex: "How is this to end?"
Queen Elizabeth: "As stories must when love's denied. With tears and a journey."
There will be tears and a journey, but I have no intention of denying love anything it wants.
2 comments:
love that.
LOVE that
"i have no intention of denying love anything it wants"
maybe that's the last line of the story
And I also loved that movie. Never deny love what it wants. Until have the tears and a journey.
If I were writing a book- I would face "how does it end" from the first sentence and by the last one- everything might have changed.....that's how it happens.
I am reading books now that bothered me- and they don't now- I think I an ready to read Prophets Tango.
With out baggage.
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