Reading, Writing, and Fighting
Well, per usual, I'm distracted. I'm not even sure by what exactly, but it could be the noisy machines with which I fill my life, or it could be the quiet excitement about burgeoning opportunities. I like reading a lot! Like so much! Like super much! I may have told you how I set a book on fire because it stalled me for so long! Over a year, and I still hadn't finished that book.
Now, I have nearly careened through the whole of the Narnia chronicles: such wonderful stories. And I can never write enough! But I must first plot out the rest of Meadowvale's story. Dudes and dudettes! I'm excited about its sequels. The first sequel will be about Allison's travels as she discovers the deep history of the magical language. After that, I'm not quite sure, but I've imagined there being a mysterious enemy who is discovered and a mystery that must be untangled. I think Alabaster will make a serious impression in that third story.
Sigh. As much as I love visiting Starbucks, I need to find a setting that allows for easier writing. There are too many distractions in such a place. The best writing I've done has been on the back porch as I look at the trees and hear the wildlife.
What else? What else? There has been some heaviness of heart. The heaviness stems mostly from culture and how it often infests the hearts and minds of even the most vigilant of believers. I don't quite mind battling against the darkness of the whole world, but it would be nice to have a few comrades, maybe a chief mate.
As it turns out, I don't know much of pirates. What little I've read shows that there are many kinds. I need to learn more. I need to learn more of all the things. There is this splinter lodged in my memory: years ago in high school, I wrote a relatively small paper about kamikaze pilots and how some of their philosophies were drawn from samurai. I hardly remember any of it, but I want to relearn all of it.
I don't know how historically accurate "The Last Samurai" was, but one of my favorite exchanges from it was when Algren was arguing with his colonel about the wisdom of engaging the samurai:
Another fond scene of mine is from Braveheart. The two boys William and Hamish are playing. They throw rocks at stacked stones. William, who is the much better aim, knocks down all the targets. Hamish hits none. William mocks him a bit, and Hamish responds by punching him full in the face. They have an amiable fight and remain strong friends throughout the rest of the movie. Nowadays in our country anyway, they'd be expelled, the police might be brought it, and there'd be such a hullabaloo. America loves its extremes.
My earthies will have none of that sissiness. They'll have fights, and they'll have honor. They'll be very sensitive with the humans because they know how fragile they are, but they'll have trouble understanding why humans are such noisy pushovers.
Bloody. I have to get writing so that I can write more so that I can publish so that I can write it all!
Tally ho.
Now, I have nearly careened through the whole of the Narnia chronicles: such wonderful stories. And I can never write enough! But I must first plot out the rest of Meadowvale's story. Dudes and dudettes! I'm excited about its sequels. The first sequel will be about Allison's travels as she discovers the deep history of the magical language. After that, I'm not quite sure, but I've imagined there being a mysterious enemy who is discovered and a mystery that must be untangled. I think Alabaster will make a serious impression in that third story.
Sigh. As much as I love visiting Starbucks, I need to find a setting that allows for easier writing. There are too many distractions in such a place. The best writing I've done has been on the back porch as I look at the trees and hear the wildlife.
What else? What else? There has been some heaviness of heart. The heaviness stems mostly from culture and how it often infests the hearts and minds of even the most vigilant of believers. I don't quite mind battling against the darkness of the whole world, but it would be nice to have a few comrades, maybe a chief mate.
As it turns out, I don't know much of pirates. What little I've read shows that there are many kinds. I need to learn more. I need to learn more of all the things. There is this splinter lodged in my memory: years ago in high school, I wrote a relatively small paper about kamikaze pilots and how some of their philosophies were drawn from samurai. I hardly remember any of it, but I want to relearn all of it.
I don't know how historically accurate "The Last Samurai" was, but one of my favorite exchanges from it was when Algren was arguing with his colonel about the wisdom of engaging the samurai:
Algren: [about the army] They're not ready.I'm looking forward to writing about my earth elementals, but, once again, I have to learn so much more. They're going to be a very warlike race since that is how they solve most disputes: fighting. It is unfortunate the extremes we choose in this broken land. We either choose damnable violence, or we wail about anything that smacks the least bit of a hand-to-hand tussle.
Colonel Bagley: The rebels don't have a single rifle. They're savages with bows and arrows.
Algren: Whose sole occupation for the last thousand years has been war.
Another fond scene of mine is from Braveheart. The two boys William and Hamish are playing. They throw rocks at stacked stones. William, who is the much better aim, knocks down all the targets. Hamish hits none. William mocks him a bit, and Hamish responds by punching him full in the face. They have an amiable fight and remain strong friends throughout the rest of the movie. Nowadays in our country anyway, they'd be expelled, the police might be brought it, and there'd be such a hullabaloo. America loves its extremes.
My earthies will have none of that sissiness. They'll have fights, and they'll have honor. They'll be very sensitive with the humans because they know how fragile they are, but they'll have trouble understanding why humans are such noisy pushovers.
Bloody. I have to get writing so that I can write more so that I can publish so that I can write it all!
Tally ho.
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