kimurho: a wee man riding on a cat (Default)
I've been slowed to blocked the past few days. The section I've been working on (Chapter Fetch) has already been moved once because while it made sense to write it when I did, it didn't belong where it was. Other things had to go first.

Fetch describes what Murdock does in the Borderland to which the Gate of the Wailin' Post takes him. But ... Time passes slightly differently in the Borderland. This Borderland is the Land of the Dance and it's basically a bubble in reality that isn't much bigger than a few acres. {Odd thought just occurring to me ... might that be the reason for the Dance?}

Murdock has passed through the Wailin' Post in order to retrieve two motorists who went missing on a mountain in western Virginia. One of the motorists ended up in the Dance, the other was moving away at the end of that descriptive chapter (Ch. 3 - Dance).

My subconscious wants me to go back and follow the second motorist for a bit before coming back to Murdock ... because of timing.

Actually, I'm not sure if it's exactly my subconscious. It's not a conscious part of my creative process but I suspect it's the part of my mind that controls my dreams. I don't exactly dream lucidly most of the time but I also always dream lucidly in that I know I'm dreaming. There's a part of me that is watching or reading what's happening. And a part of my mind that orders the dream in a logical plot with one course of action following rationally on another. My mind created these dream filters as protection against the nightmares that use to afflict me, and I have never regretted them because ... Wow! The dreams!

I should be working on Snowfall, but I'm caught up in a new book atm and reading that on my day off. And thinking about my writing process.
kimurho: a wee man riding on a cat (Default)
I managed to write something that I think is sound last night just before going to bed. As I lay seeking sleep, I thought about the next scene; I'm considering a seer waking in the night and writing up notes about the scene I had just finished ... that she had "seen" it in HER dreams.

This morning I dreamt of a dreamer dreaming the dreams that I was having and what he would do with them to help his family of impoverished, homeless immigrants (Latin American) living in Texas. There were some Freudian images in the dream ... the flow of ants too tiny to stem their onset, for example, and the rain coming in the open window in the unused window that soaked everything. At least I could shut the window.

It was reassuring to have such a vivid dream. These days I seem to mostly dream about cashiering at the store and I'm pretty much chained to the register.

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