I need a reality stretcher-a device that makes closets and parking spots larger as well as making time for everything we all try to pack into each day.
On the other hand, if it worked the opposite, and reduced reality, that might work as well.
I haven’t been blogging as often because I am trying to write a longer story and I can write this, or I can write that. All the eating, sleeping, and day-job time is already tweaked as much as possible.
Why am I writing this particular story? If I write a technical piece, it’s to share an idea, but stories are different. It’s kind of like the characters are in limbo until I can wrap a story around them. They make it quite clear that their very existence is dependent upon authors doing their part. They threaten to just hang around in our brains until someone sits down and writes the story. Unwritten characters can be persistent—and obnoxious, if they feel it suits their purposes. So far I only see one of the characters for this story clearly—but that doesn’t mean that he will be the same in the final revision. There are others who are “visible,” but just barely. However, the first character is obviously the one who is responsible for the plot.
Perhaps I’ll interview him for a blog in the near future.