This forced break from working on my 100k mainstream monstrosity has
brought two things to light. One, simply a confirmation of something I already
knew. The second, a scandalous idea.
My brain’s need for exhaustive writing every day has been emphasized
yet again. My dreams (i.e. nightmares) tend to get very cinematic and sprawling
when my mind hasn’t been run ragged the hours before. A little John Ford is
fine if the dream is good, but when the dream’s bad… well, you get the picture.
The scandalous idea, I wonder if I should even mention here, is this…
I’m considering rubbing out a brother.
(One of my Six Brothers, as in my writing project, as in fiction, as in
no police involvement necessary.)
The youngest of my brood is really extraneous to the plot and by
eliminating him and his significant other a lot of wiggle room could be made
for my brand of long-winded writing. Whether this added space would be a good
idea or bad, I have no idea. I’m having to think on it (a potentially scary
proposition, indeed.)
I’ll keep you updated.
Now, back to the hub-bub, everybody!
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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