"I gather that sitting down is all that is necessary for producing masterpieces." –Lord Peter Wimsey in "Strong Poison" by Dorothy L. Sayers
Friday, April 11, 2014
Meanwhile . . .
Rewriting, rewriting Free Souls, going all the way back to Chapter 9. Raising the stakes for my MC and strengthening her motivation to do all this dredging up of her past. Lots of good, clean, obsessive fun. Who knows when it will end?
Meanwhile, here’s a random old poem (wish it were a new one, but the Muse distributes her gifts as and where she will) to keep the pot boiling.
It’s called . . .
To him I’d give the diamond stars If I could steal them from the night To forge a chain for his delight To hang my pendant heart upon
And though a thousand nights were gone, I’d swear they’d shine as virgin gold: Through sober days a millionfold My love as faithful would remain.
But there’s a wildness in my reins Tonight that seeks the wind’s embrace And as the clouds give manic chase I’d seize the moon, to make it yours.
One lunic night to run this course And laughing, let this milky pearl Become our toy, the ball we hurl As evanescent link between.
And then becalmed, I shall be seen To forge my chain by light of noon: With you, caprice by fleeting moon; For him I work the durate stars.
by Catrin Lewis, February 1995; all rights reserved