26 April 2006
(I suppose I'd better find something to say before it gets to be May, then....)
Ista is apparently waiting until after I go to bed to have her evening brat-time. This is just fine with me, although Mark and Timprov may have other things to say about it.
I think The Mark of the Sea Serpent has entered the stage where it rolls along down the hill and I run beside it and try not to run underneath it. The chapters that looked totally opaque last week look totally reasonable now. Strange are the ways of the book-writing brain. It's not as though the events of those chapters have changed in the last week. It's just that I didn't used to think I could sit down and write about the sea battle or the confrontation with Gullveig the Deathless, and now I can.
I'm looking through my now-finished paper journal, and the notes are funny: they start with being absolutely certain that I just don't have room for Gullveig the Deathless to show up onstage in this book, and without ever recording that it is a change of mind, do a 180-degree turn to insisting that she must. I believe I was saying something about strange book-writing brains....
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