Writing Log XII

Today I tweaked up Chapter 17 to finish it. Originally I had a lot of material slated for this chapter and I ended up just splitting it in two. I think it was a wise decision for it allows time for more of the characters and their relationships to develop. There's also quite a bit of tasty, tasty foreshadowing. I'm really happy with how the story is coming. Last night I had a bit of writer's frustration, but Jess helped me through that very fantastically. As of now the story continues on strong, and the word count is at 92,380.

26. Midland (Ancestor of Gyges)

I saw the ancestor of Gyges
he was not so smart. He left
too many doors open, and
too many foot prints in the snow.

I saw the ancestor of Gyges,
sneaking, thieving in the night.
Wall light, washed, he was not ready
he went back down, quietly, alone,
I watched him go.

24. Alma II

Crooked and cricked,

the rest of my life through?

Peer, she skinny, my scope

still widening, feeling

nostalgic and prideful, increases

increasing more with the days, I

morph, more, crooked and cricked,

in my own way.

I think crooked and cricked,

sweetens with age, means more

meaning in time. I think it is the

sunset marble, and flashing red,

expired, parking meters at night.

Crooked and cricked, a life of service

What steaming service, serve me?

I am an Umbrella! I am an Umbrella!

After all, I've never been one to think, God's

spittin' on us in the rain.

23. Grand Haven

A knock below me comes from the door
bed won't be left, so
I wonder if the car window is open
if soft grey seats are soaked to foam
with the dagger droplets of
February rain.