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i want something fun to eat and i've run out of X-files episodes (say it isn't so, whatever will i do? work?)
so i check in on my writing draft today. it's not rising as i would have hoped. maybe it needed more baking powder. i'm going to leave it set and see if it doesn't improve by tomorrow. i did find that i was using "were" instead of "was" all through it. "they were going" instead of "they was going" etc. it's stuff like that i have to be really careful about.
still debating about the Gazette. since i haven't done anything to incorporate it into the storyline, i'm still not sure how best to use it. i already like the editor J.T Owsley. i imagine him to be a bit of a nebbish, maybe someone who believes in little green men from other planets and other such rubbish. he wears checkered trousers and a really stupid hat. no one takes him seriously, but he probably tells the truth.
i'm trying to think of a way to use Lewis' dreams about Thrones to tie in everything and i'm thinking maybe the gazette has a picture of a Throne and identifies it. this does several things: tells Lewis that Morse is a liar as suspected (since Morse evaded the question during the war), and also introduces the sort of weird "wheel of fortune"/angels at the table sort of duality of the world.
so where can i find a good woodcut of a Throne? Ophanim? Galgallin? anyone? anyone? below is a sketchy watercolor i made of a Throne about two years ago. if anyone's seen something like this in classic or ancient art, lemme know please.
Have you seen me?
it doesn't help that i myself am in the dark about what precisely the dreams of Thrones mean or what it means that Morse is a Throne. i feel like i'm missing a critical piece of the puzzle here. there are pieces of this cosmology that i haven't really thought through.
the way i see it, this world has two very distinct realities. there's the sort of domestic "natural" reality of the day-to-day lives of these people, and then there's the "supernatural" reality of the duel of fates that's going on under the surface. i just don't know what's at stake. i've planted the characters at ground zero of a cosmic wormhole, so i need to use it. it's the gun in the first act that needs to go off in the third. is Morse here in exile? or did Marithé arrange to have him brought here for a reason? and how is Morse dependent on Lewis (and visa versa?). something has to entangle their lives at a deeper level. and great sage gravy on bangers and mashers, what does the Tall Blond Soldier have to do with all this?
when the Tall Blond Soldier was introduced into this world some sixteen years ago, he was sort of an ethereal Christ-figure. but i've never known precisely what he "wants" and why he haunts Lewis especially. he's not a malevolent spirit. in fact, his primary function always seems to have been as a sort of guardian angel. but who was John Stewart Preston in life? he's peg preston's husband, we know that. he's the child of the senior officer at Fort Stark. he was born the same year as the rabbit-headed child (hmmm, we're getting somewhere).
to throw some weird ideas out there:
okay, i just had a chill.
there's a old bit of flemish lore about a woman who tricks death into climbing up into a pear tree. death promptly gets stuck and having been "vanquished", everyone lives forever. immortality, however, isn't what it's cracked up to be (this is a sort of monkey's paw forerunner). so the old woman finally rescues death, the world having learned a valuable lesson about the necessity of mortality.
Anselm tells this story at some point to Morse in Razi-el's Dream. he tells it because he spends so much time trying to convince Morse that he's not human, only to come to conclusion that Morse has a choice and he must choose humanity (i don't think i've been able to articulate that up until now, so: cool!). anyway, i wonder if Morse's existance as a walking, talking doomsday machine has somehow set the world off kilter in a way that only a chosen few can perceive. The Tall Blond Soldier may be one of those people. Lewis may be another.
but i have no earthly idea what all that might mean.
: o p
my brain is hurting from trying to puzzle it out. i need to think on this some more.
so i check in on my writing draft today. it's not rising as i would have hoped. maybe it needed more baking powder. i'm going to leave it set and see if it doesn't improve by tomorrow. i did find that i was using "were" instead of "was" all through it. "they were going" instead of "they was going" etc. it's stuff like that i have to be really careful about.
still debating about the Gazette. since i haven't done anything to incorporate it into the storyline, i'm still not sure how best to use it. i already like the editor J.T Owsley. i imagine him to be a bit of a nebbish, maybe someone who believes in little green men from other planets and other such rubbish. he wears checkered trousers and a really stupid hat. no one takes him seriously, but he probably tells the truth.
i'm trying to think of a way to use Lewis' dreams about Thrones to tie in everything and i'm thinking maybe the gazette has a picture of a Throne and identifies it. this does several things: tells Lewis that Morse is a liar as suspected (since Morse evaded the question during the war), and also introduces the sort of weird "wheel of fortune"/angels at the table sort of duality of the world.
so where can i find a good woodcut of a Throne? Ophanim? Galgallin? anyone? anyone? below is a sketchy watercolor i made of a Throne about two years ago. if anyone's seen something like this in classic or ancient art, lemme know please.
Have you seen me?
it doesn't help that i myself am in the dark about what precisely the dreams of Thrones mean or what it means that Morse is a Throne. i feel like i'm missing a critical piece of the puzzle here. there are pieces of this cosmology that i haven't really thought through.
the way i see it, this world has two very distinct realities. there's the sort of domestic "natural" reality of the day-to-day lives of these people, and then there's the "supernatural" reality of the duel of fates that's going on under the surface. i just don't know what's at stake. i've planted the characters at ground zero of a cosmic wormhole, so i need to use it. it's the gun in the first act that needs to go off in the third. is Morse here in exile? or did Marithé arrange to have him brought here for a reason? and how is Morse dependent on Lewis (and visa versa?). something has to entangle their lives at a deeper level. and great sage gravy on bangers and mashers, what does the Tall Blond Soldier have to do with all this?
when the Tall Blond Soldier was introduced into this world some sixteen years ago, he was sort of an ethereal Christ-figure. but i've never known precisely what he "wants" and why he haunts Lewis especially. he's not a malevolent spirit. in fact, his primary function always seems to have been as a sort of guardian angel. but who was John Stewart Preston in life? he's peg preston's husband, we know that. he's the child of the senior officer at Fort Stark. he was born the same year as the rabbit-headed child (hmmm, we're getting somewhere).
to throw some weird ideas out there:
1. the rabbit-headed child had a twin? oh my God, that would make him Marithé's son!
2. all the babies born in 1833 in the Leverettsville area got some sort of whammy at birth? they are cursed/blessed, really hippos from mars ~ i dunno.
3. the dead can't die because death is stuck in a pear tree.
okay, i just had a chill.
there's a old bit of flemish lore about a woman who tricks death into climbing up into a pear tree. death promptly gets stuck and having been "vanquished", everyone lives forever. immortality, however, isn't what it's cracked up to be (this is a sort of monkey's paw forerunner). so the old woman finally rescues death, the world having learned a valuable lesson about the necessity of mortality.
Anselm tells this story at some point to Morse in Razi-el's Dream. he tells it because he spends so much time trying to convince Morse that he's not human, only to come to conclusion that Morse has a choice and he must choose humanity (i don't think i've been able to articulate that up until now, so: cool!). anyway, i wonder if Morse's existance as a walking, talking doomsday machine has somehow set the world off kilter in a way that only a chosen few can perceive. The Tall Blond Soldier may be one of those people. Lewis may be another.
but i have no earthly idea what all that might mean.
: o p
my brain is hurting from trying to puzzle it out. i need to think on this some more.
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