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 - and suddenly i have 3000 words* and i'm two thirds of my way into an old skool, tongue-in-cheek, steampunk mystery/horror story (phew!). 
Title: Spirit among the Magicians.
Total melodrama! It has wax dummies, false beards, a secret room and gobbledigook in wild abundance:
"I am the last of the Circle of Seven." - "I studied with Alchemists and at the feet of Brahmin on mountains hidden from all mortal sight..." indeed.
It has an aetheric assassin that travels by radio. AND it's nearly all talk!

I really didn't see THAT coming! 

*ok, ok - not GOOD words necessarily, i realise that! LOL.

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wytchcroft: heavent sent (books)

Something a little unexpected; -

In responding to the writing prompt: "Your character is ashamed", i discovered a weakness in my scribblings.
Yes, another one.

This time however the problem stems from what i usually regard as a fairly positive side of my personality; the real discomfort i have with labels. 

Reading through my junk i see such frequently recurring descriptions as 'almost as if embarrassed', or worse 'embarrassed seeming', also the likes of  'he ran a nervous hand through', 'she cut across the corridor striking a defiant pose', yadda bla.
In effect, refusing to actually state anything!
e.g. She was embarrassed. He was afraid. They carried with them a burden of shame etc.
   
i tend to dislike being told how or what i feel at any given moment and try not to be presumptuous about the emotions of others. BUT (d'oh!) this is probably one of the ways in which i lose narrative coherency - and lose the reader!

There are some emotions that i know i struggle to understand as a person and inhabit as a writer, shame, perhaps, being one of them. Yet all the same, if asked, i would have no hesitation in pointing at given characters in my fics and saying “Yes, I think Karin carries a lot of what she thinks of as shame, yes Eva struggles with her self esteem, and bitterness, Leb has resentments, Marina has survivor guilt” and so on.  

i guess it's all part of the eternal ‘show Vs tell’ dynamic, but it could even be seen as authorial evasion - ok if the narrator is a character but otherwise, again, it's just beating round the bush.
i suppose the risk is of going too far and denying the reader their freedom of thought and response - many great discussions have, after all, come from giving opinions on the motives and behaviour and emotions of characters in books and films. All the same, i tend to think that may only apply to an experienced and talented writer - and to pretend otherwise probably just puts the cart before the horse (insert alternative hoary cliché here!).
   
With that in mind, i shall return to my response attempt...

Any thoughts?

wytchcroft: heavent sent (tunnel)


one of the side-joys of scribbling is that synchronicity feeling of walking a path already covered in helpful breadcrumbs, the moving finger not so much writing as joining up the dots.

so, for example; i had just finished a piece of my 'tunnel' story, a section set in 1943 aboard a train with some German solders on it...

...sitting back, i cast what Sherlock Holmes always refers to as 'a long arm' and did some fic-related but non-pressure googling - in this case of Arseny Tarkovsky*, the poet father of Russian film director Andrei.
the very first hit was a brand new translation of a poem set on a train with some German soldiers aboard in 1943.
holy wow.

pausing only to grab my hat and cigarettes (really, that's all a wytch needs) i legged it to the nearest bookshop to see if they had the magazine with the poem in.
but aha! as soon as i came through the door my eyes zoomed in on a postcard (turned out to be from Boston Museum of Fine Art).
the postcard was a slightly queasy looking image of giant cogs in a bare landscape - exactly the sort of thing i'd been thinking of in connection with the story.
so i turn over the card and discover that the painting is Prelude by Agnes Pelton, Germany, 1943.

Bingo!

i am now busy gleefully rediscovering (and stealing from!) the work of the Transcendentalist Art Movement, a group (of two!) that i sort of forgot about, post-art school.

of course, i am not so jung anymore and i know there are very sound neurological reasons for such things - but the fun, the surprise and the odd deja vu feeling that comes from hunting one breadcrumb after another - well, that really is the magic part.

*of whom more later

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