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I’ve sort of written myself into a corner with Kes and Shara in the Lost Kings because I just sort of absentmindedly outlined them a joyous reunion but uh. I keep trying to write it and it won’t. It just won’t work. Kes kind of slides off the page. Shara gets too mad at everyone.
This is why i can’t write to an outline, because in outline form, it all seems plausible. But after the things I’ve done to him, to both of them, they can’t just do a Chariots-of-Fire-style reunion slow-mo run-hug and everyone cries including bystanders and it’s glorious and we’re all set and the characters go back to who they were before. It doesn’t work; I’ve put them through too much. Kes has convinced himself he’s dead inside. Shara has basically gone feral and abandoned all concept of normal living. You don’t just switch off a solid two months of constant burning fury, like, oh, it’s okay, I got him back, I’m cool now.
So that’s proving tricky to write. Also I have about half an hour free per day and I spend 25 minutes of it in overwhelming despair about the death of representative government, so. There’s that.
Anyway. Writing emotional truth is hard. The wages of angst is awkward missteps in the writing stage. It’s hard to do.
I’ve sort of written myself into a corner with Kes and Shara in the Lost Kings because I just sort of absentmindedly outlined them a joyous reunion but uh. I keep trying to write it and it won’t. It just won’t work. Kes kind of slides off the page. Shara gets too mad at everyone.
This is why i can’t write to an outline, because in outline form, it all seems plausible. But after the things I’ve done to him, to both of them, they can’t just do a Chariots-of-Fire-style reunion slow-mo run-hug and everyone cries including bystanders and it’s glorious and we’re all set and the characters go back to who they were before. It doesn’t work; I’ve put them through too much. Kes has convinced himself he’s dead inside. Shara has basically gone feral and abandoned all concept of normal living. You don’t just switch off a solid two months of constant burning fury, like, oh, it’s okay, I got him back, I’m cool now.
So that’s proving tricky to write. Also I have about half an hour free per day and I spend 25 minutes of it in overwhelming despair about the death of representative government, so. There’s that.
Anyway. Writing emotional truth is hard. The wages of angst is awkward missteps in the writing stage. It’s hard to do.
