Saturday, August 17, 2002
More words. I guess there will always be more words, at least until there aren't anymore.
On Thursday, I wrote 1,158 words on Chapter Thirteen. Then, on Friday, I wrote another 1,388. Busy, busy me. Rising like an air bubble. Last night there were a few moments of stark horror when I realized there was a problem with time flow in what I'd written the last few days and, at first, it seemed the only solution was a major rewrite. But then I figured out a far simpler and infinitely more entertaining solution and now I'm back on track.
Ted Naifeh sent me four gorgeous sketches, preliminary versions of the illustrations he's doing for the "Waycross" chapbook (Subterranean Press, later this year), of Dancy Flammarion and some of the unpleasant creatures she encounters. I wasn't aware how much I missed seeing pictures made of my words. Since almost everything begins as images, it seems to close a circle. Anyway, "Waycross" is a prequel to In the Garden of Poisonous Flowers, which is, in turn, a prequel to Threshold. On pages 44-46 of In the Garden of Poisonous Flowers, where the characters are expressing dismay that this little albino girl was the cause of some sort of calamity in Waycross, and the death of something called the Gynander is discussed, well, "Waycross" explains what all the fuss is about. Bill Schafer at Subterranean wants to do a collection of Dancy stories, eventually. Besides the ones already mentioned, there's also "The Well of Stars and Shadow," currently avaialble online, somewhere at Gothic.net, set when Dancy was a very young child. I know I still have one more Dancy story left to write, a prequel to "Waycross," but it may be months before I have time to write it.
Rain today would be nice.
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