Out to Pasture
October 31, 2001
7:17 a.m.
As of 12:05 this morning, Brigid is an official teenager.   If those words don't strike fear in your heart, Osama bin Laden has no chance. I hear you. What about the novel, eh? What about this big work you keep talking about someday doing? Calm down, okay? It's coming. One of the biggest holes in the original draft is that I did a lot of hand waving around some of the big picture from the bad guy's point of view. Not that I think the bad guys that show up are poorly drawn or anything, but I've lost the opportunity to really add some depth, and to create as much tension as I could. This, as all new writers can tell you by rote, is not good. So I've spent much of the last two mornings writing a white paper on the bad guys. I've looked at their structure and their leadership, and what their goals are and all that stuff. None of it will make it word-for-word into the book. I mean, talk about boring. But it all becomes a springboard for character actions, and fodder for potential changes in the bad guy's big picture strategy. I'll probably keep working on this for another couple days. It was after dinner last night. "I'm going to answer the door," Lisa said. "After all, I'm the door lady. But what are you going to do tomorrow?" "Maybe I'll go trick or treating and find some Three Musketeer bars," I replied. Brigid has definitely put an end to my walking around the neighborhood as she's going to go out with two or three friends. Lisa's covering the door. My Halloween career path has pretty much run its course, and there appears to be no other positions available. This is the fate of being the Dad. But don't worry about me. I'll think of something. [grin] Have a very safe Halloween.  Daily Persistence is © Ron Collins |
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