I should update more often, but I think the main problem is that I enjoy hand writting, and I have a lot of journals. While I love blogging, yet I find that writing my thoughts down is somehow… freeing. Far more than posting my thoughts online.
The holidays slipped passed. It struck me afterward that they seemed far more like any other day than something that was long anticipated and a welcome change from the hum drum that seems so prevalent in our adult lives. I actually relished the days alone on Christmas Day and New Year’s Day. It was time for me to unwind and not worry constantly.
I did start working on an outline for Blackbird, and the results have been promisig. I may be in over my head, but the thought behind it is that the story would be posted as serials, like what Burroughs and Lovecraft did. I am a little worried that Vaeramae may be coming off as a bitch, but Serena made a very good point about how women are preceived not just in fiction but also in life. After reading her post about the subject, I decided, “The hell with it” and will write her as I’ve envisioned her.
The biggest obstacle that I’ll be having is conveying that sense of aloofness and the gradual introduction of emotions back into her personality. Given that I started the story in first person, as I write the outline, I’m beginning to wonder if switching to third person may be a better way to convey what I intend. Yes, this will mean a rewrite, but I was already looking at that with how the outline was coming along.
Ah, well. The troubles of being a writer. Best to go for now. Maybe I’ll update soon. 😉
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