Help! I’ve slipped into the Twilight Zone!
I don’t talk work, religion, or politics here. So even though I’ve brought it up, let’s not comment about it. I’m just giving you my state of mind. But I don’t think I have to talk about it for you to understand why I have a surreal feeling that I can’t shake off… one that is overwhelming each time I’ve looked at the television or read the news since the morning of November 9th.
Where do we go, now that we’ve gone too far?
My word count is still pathetic, but the only place I could go was farther into my NaNoWriMo novel, The Delta Pearl.
It occurred to me that a riverboat needed passengers. So I now have crew and passengers — along with a couple of other things that live on the boat. That part was fun. My character matrix has grown and gotten quite complex with all sorts of tabs for different things I’m prepared to track or use for my own reference. Do you see that across the bottom of the picture? Each of those is a separate “worksheet” with all sorts of information.
I’m falling down a spiral, destination unknown
However, this story is still full-on pantser. I have no idea where I’m going. Yet the voyage is becoming more interesting. The other night I even dreamed I was aboard The Delta Pearl. I don’t remember the dream, except that the water was rough, just like the scene I wrote that evening. It may have had something to do with a bad food allergy reaction that had my stomach roiling right along with the fictional river… But when I awoke, I was laying across the bed, rather than vertically! That was strange. I’ve never done that before… But then we are living in the Twilight Zone after all.
My beacon’s been moved under moon and stars
Sometimes it’s easier to see where a story should go, if you can put actual faces on the characters. I haven’t actively tried to do that with “Pearl” yet. Even so, a couple have come to me. Suddenly I saw one of the Doctor Who companions, Jenna Coleman as Émeraude.
A taller version of Louis Jourdan as he was in Gigi could be The Dealer, Jaspe (ZASH-pah). That came to me… though I’m not sure. Maybe.
So I’ve gotten that far with the story. Me, here in the Twilight Zone, imagining different worlds, and pantsering a novel. Trying not to worry about where we’ll all go now that we’ve gone too far.
Where am I to go, now that I’ve gone too far
“No Time Like the Past” Twilight Zone 1963
Soon you’ll come to know, when the WriMo hits the bone
Okay… so I couldn’t pull the ending together for this post… But maybe all the endings are catawampus here… in the Twilight Zone.
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