So, today was a Thinky Day. I spent almost all of it in the Comfy Chair in my office, with notebook and pens (and the occasional coon cat) working out bits and schticks: what happens when, what absolutely must happen, what I’d like to happen (a far different thing, ref. The Wrong Lance), and who does what to whom.
I haven’t written a book in exactly this way before, but they’re all different, and, let’s face it, given the last few years, I’m different. If Tinsori Light: The Novel (actual title TBD) needs to be carefully worked out in modest detail via pen and paper before ever fingers hit the keyboard, that’s certainly doable. I have plenty of paper, and plenty of ink (though I’m going to have to splurge on another bottle of Dragon’s Blood if this goes on, as we all hope that it will, for some time yet).
It’s very pleasant sometimes to just sit and work inside your own head, shutting out the din of Oughts and Musts and Haven’t You Dones from the outside world. Sadly, I can’t do it every day, but it’s nice to get revisit that headspace now and then.
I hope you all have time for a bit of quiet contemplation as the year winds down.
Here’s a snippet from the WIP:
“I am under the impression that the delm wishes this station to reflect Korval’s on-going commitment to the realities that govern the universe that received the diaspora. Am I correct in this assumption?”
“Are you asking if I am privy to the delm’s necessities?”
“An impertinence. Forgive me. Unvarnished, what I wish to know is if Korval prefers tools which are untainted by the Old Technology.”