it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken

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they dragged him through the underbrush wearing three winter coats and a -- dirty knife

From the department of uncomfortable personal truths, I've just realized that whenever I have a character I wish I could bring home to meet my mother...

...there's no chance on earth s/he's making it out of the book alive.

Yeah, well, okay, maybe that explains why I'm 35 and single.

I'm on the last story in New Amsterdam. Thank God. Page 206 of 272. Unfortunately, this means that I am less than seventy pages from having to figure out what the hell Azrael wants from Dust.

See, the thing is, I know what he wants. And I know what this scene is doing structurally, why it has to be here in narrative terms. I need to establish him for the audience. I need to show his relationship with Dust. I need to establish what he's trying to do, so the reader knows what's at stake.

I just don't know what he's after in this particular scene. The character reason he's talking to Dust.

I know, in other words, the craft. I have not found the art.

And I need him to want something concrete and be working to get it, both to drive the plot and to prevent them having one of those annoying vague villain conversations.

Also, FYI, the Tori Amos cover of "Angie" takes Mick Jagger out back the woodshed. As if you needed to be told.

ETA via snurri: Mulder/Scully in 300 words or less.

Best. Fanfic. Evar.

Tags: jacob's ladder, navel gazing, new amsterdam
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