Back from the Far Away

Good Heavens, has it really been a week?

This, of course, is how all my attempts at journaling and keeping diaries fall by the wayside. One day turns into two turns into three and so-on. Maybe I was waiting to write until there was something to write about. As of yesterday, there is.

Eight or nine pages over the past few days. E03 was presenting some problems in that all the action I had planned on was finished by page 11 with the exception of the final moment where Gillian, now without her stone, wanders out to the Shadowland gate. I find myself getting into the science fiction nature of this place I've created. Flesh exists in this spirit rhelm, which is something most scientific minds are not ready to consider. At least in fiction, there has always been a definate line: spirit = transparant, living = solid. Perhaps what I'm creating is the first place where those lines get blurred. What if flesh, actual bones and skin, is necessary for suffering? It's the lack of linnear time that saves me from a total mess of a story. I have to be careful not to use it too much. Rather like Xena's wizzards ("Whenever something like that [a continunity error] happens, we say a Wizzard did it!")

E03 will be done today or tomorrow. I think the thing to do is dive into E04. Partially striking when the iron's hot, partially the fact that I'm talking to area business people about having a new season of IBRT plays next winter. That's 13 new stories between now and then with the Shadowland to boot. I think I becoming Bob Fosse of "All That Jazz" without the fame or money.