My “other” woman is a book
Lately I’ve found myself being distracted by a bunch of fresh ideas that have nothing to do with Lanternfly. I guess that’s good–a fresh story, a fresh perspective, something different. Yet I can’t help the feeling that by pursuing them I’m engaging in some maritial affair. On the one hand, it means I’ve finally settled on Lanternfly as my project. On the other, some of these ideas are kind of good. There’s one I’m actually kicking around on the back burner that I might do a bit of work on in my spare time–the concept of spare time being relative beneath the concept of impending 30 weekly hours of latte-fest.
This new idea, though, is a lot more microcosmic in comparison to my other work. What I find interesting about it is that it hinges on observation, yet doesn’t make the narrator an irrelevant character. I don’t think I can elaborate any more than that, the story still being in its infancy and all. At the moment, I’m calling the story Leophim. I’ve got a little bit written. We’ll see what happens with that.
In other news, all I’m really trying to do is get back onboard draft two of Lanternfly. That I may be enmeshed in this part of the process for a year or more isn’t all that helpful. Apparently, the worst of this is over and I’ll actually enjoy this. Then again, I do have a lot of ground-up rewriting on the beginning and ending, at least three characters I still only partially understand, and about 30-40,000 words to cut. Uguu.
At least I’m going home tomorrow! Weeee~. ^_^
Thanks for reading.