I'll have you know, my darling sis, that this was a very hard chapter to write.
One, my goofy eyes were not happy. You would have been Momma Hen clucking if you saw me put my specs on, work about 10 minutes, then, when my head had elevated to the point where I was staring at the ceiling (see, my bifocals are magnifying at the bottom), I would take my specs off and gradually creep up to the screen. That wasn't the hard part... that was just annoying.
The hard part is I had no idea what to do here. I didn't really intend to have the story return back to the Halfway Inn. I didn't really intend for Virgil to become this big, bad, biker of a soul searcher. I didn't really intend for Justin and Betty to become little specks of soul-light in a beer bottle.
So, like I do when I don't know where I am and where I'm going, I just flipped a coin and let the story drive itself. I'm surprised there is any continuity in it AT ALL. In fact, it was SID that reminded me that he had left his Briefcase back at the Inn. It was Virgil who tapped on my head and said "I need that shower and, btw, I have Surveyor's chalk." It was Harry who reminded me that I needed to make sure that Sid took the RIGHT bottle, rather than the wrong bottle. Otherwise, bad things would have happened.
I absolutely refuse to believe that these characters don't exist somewhere, other than in my head.
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Date: 2008-08-26 12:36 am (UTC)I'll have you know, my darling sis, that this was a very hard chapter to write.
One, my goofy eyes were not happy. You would have been Momma Hen clucking if you saw me put my specs on, work about 10 minutes, then, when my head had elevated to the point where I was staring at the ceiling (see, my bifocals are magnifying at the bottom), I would take my specs off and gradually creep up to the screen. That wasn't the hard part... that was just annoying.
The hard part is I had no idea what to do here. I didn't really intend to have the story return back to the Halfway Inn. I didn't really intend for Virgil to become this big, bad, biker of a soul searcher. I didn't really intend for Justin and Betty to become little specks of soul-light in a beer bottle.
So, like I do when I don't know where I am and where I'm going, I just flipped a coin and let the story drive itself. I'm surprised there is any continuity in it AT ALL. In fact, it was SID that reminded me that he had left his Briefcase back at the Inn. It was Virgil who tapped on my head and said "I need that shower and, btw, I have Surveyor's chalk." It was Harry who reminded me that I needed to make sure that Sid took the RIGHT bottle, rather than the wrong bottle. Otherwise, bad things would have happened.
I absolutely refuse to believe that these characters don't exist somewhere, other than in my head.