Monday, April 03, 2006
Screw You, Consistency
I've decided to atone for my lack of updates, mostly because I'm about to get back to working on a short-story sort of project and figure I could use a warm-up exercise. Hopefully this little bit of scratching around a paper will keep me from dashing off a bunch of paragraphs, rereading them, and then deleting them in a fit of self disgust.
...it's a nice thought, at least. This story is being an absolute beast. I love the concept, but the execution seems to be falling flat, so I keep on struggling with it and all it does is end up frustrating me. However, I'm deep enough in to it that I'm going to finish it on principle, and there are enough parts that I'm happy with that I feel it wasn't a complete waste of time. Here's a little blurb to keep all my (thousands and thousands) of fans entertained:
Lady Death left the three brothers at the edge of the woods. They stood and watched her vanish into the darkness, unsure of the role they had just played in her quest. After she had left, they passed around a cigarette and walked back to their alley.
Death was soon deep into the woods, and they were a forest that clearly had not had a visitor in a long, long time. Following a path that probably only existed in her mind, Death soon found herself in a clearing.
“How now, spirit! Whither wander you?” a voice asked.
“Over hill, over dale,
Thorough brush, throughout brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon’s sphere,” Lady Death replied, “an apt line, fair Puck.”
“And how dids’t thou know it was me you spoke with on this night so fair?” a grinning face with razor-sharp teeth materialized out of the brush.
“This is not the time for games, little imp. I have a task to complete this night.”
“Thou hast lost something, mayhap?” The face now had a lithe furry body to accompany it.
“You know of my quest.”
“Didst thou take me for a wretch? My eyes see all of Oberon’s lost realm, and you expect’d thy attentions elsewhere? It is fair Prose whom you would seek to find, and it is said she walks this wilderness tonight.”
“You will take me to her.”
“I’ll lead you about a round, through bog, through brush, through brake. Sometime a horse I’ll be, sometime a hound. A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire; and neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn. Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn.”
“And to Prose you will take me.”
¶ 7:29 PM
...it's a nice thought, at least. This story is being an absolute beast. I love the concept, but the execution seems to be falling flat, so I keep on struggling with it and all it does is end up frustrating me. However, I'm deep enough in to it that I'm going to finish it on principle, and there are enough parts that I'm happy with that I feel it wasn't a complete waste of time. Here's a little blurb to keep all my (thousands and thousands) of fans entertained:
Lady Death left the three brothers at the edge of the woods. They stood and watched her vanish into the darkness, unsure of the role they had just played in her quest. After she had left, they passed around a cigarette and walked back to their alley.
Death was soon deep into the woods, and they were a forest that clearly had not had a visitor in a long, long time. Following a path that probably only existed in her mind, Death soon found herself in a clearing.
“How now, spirit! Whither wander you?” a voice asked.
“Over hill, over dale,
Thorough brush, throughout brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon’s sphere,” Lady Death replied, “an apt line, fair Puck.”
“And how dids’t thou know it was me you spoke with on this night so fair?” a grinning face with razor-sharp teeth materialized out of the brush.
“This is not the time for games, little imp. I have a task to complete this night.”
“Thou hast lost something, mayhap?” The face now had a lithe furry body to accompany it.
“You know of my quest.”
“Didst thou take me for a wretch? My eyes see all of Oberon’s lost realm, and you expect’d thy attentions elsewhere? It is fair Prose whom you would seek to find, and it is said she walks this wilderness tonight.”
“You will take me to her.”
“I’ll lead you about a round, through bog, through brush, through brake. Sometime a horse I’ll be, sometime a hound. A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire; and neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn. Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn.”
“And to Prose you will take me.”
¶ 7:29 PM
