Writing Fluidly and Avoiding Noise
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It's chilly outside, but the sun is shining, and I'm sitting in this cold pocket of warm sunbeams—or maybe it's a warm stream of cold airs. Either way, I wish I were at a summer beach, warming up in the sun with the waves splashing away all the other sounds.
But we'll set that aside for now.
In other news, I haven't written for Meadowvale in a while. However, Michael the Traveler has had some vivid adventures. I'm not sure if he'll go anywhere properly, but it's been a freeing exercise. As I've been writing his erratic saga, I'm realizing how stifled Meadowvale can feel sometimes. In part, it's because I have nearly no rules for Michael the Traveler. In part, I'm writing more fluidly. In part, I began Meadowvale with a certain form, a certain tone, and I'm loath to change it. I think it will go well regardless; plus, I'll have to edit so much anyway.
It's chilly outside, but the sun is shining, and I'm sitting in this cold pocket of warm sunbeams—or maybe it's a warm stream of cold airs. Either way, I wish I were at a summer beach, warming up in the sun with the waves splashing away all the other sounds.
Someday, I'd like a vacation: a short stint of time where I go away and stop thinking about things. Don't get me wrong; I've been loving this wild focus that's been coiling forth, but I'd totally dig a few days AWAY, away from all the noises: voluntary noises and obligatory noises.
Unfortunately, I choose a lot of noise. Oi. I'm not even going to discuss the noises.
In other other news, I'm going to write for Michael because he's some intriguing mix of trapped and free.
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