Post by Flatiron on Sept 30, 2011 13:55:27 GMT -5
Hey everyone, first let me say thanks to Mars for setting up last month, and apologize for having taking a month away to do crazy rituals in the mountains, again courting the muse, the genius as we said in another post, that taunts and prods and pokes us to continue to work on our projects.
(Truth: there were actual some rituals in the mountains. Picture this: me and 8 or so of my good friends on the deck of my cabin in the mountains, sitting a line, each with a drum or an instrument of some kind, laying down a rhythm to conjure the dead surely wandering that historic intersection of old southwest trails, trains, US history, and the long history preceding, each of us slipping into that trance state we create, as the day turned to night and the ethereal energies of that place came to life. Some of the insights that came during that drumming retreat were tied, in ways I can't really express, to the exact same pool of energies we dive into when the characters at the heart of the story prod us, in dreams and reveries, to consider this or that path for them, and remind us not to let them languish.)
I know some of you PMed me, and I hope you will accept my apologies for being absent. Now, here we are, October is upon us, or will be soon, and I don't know about you, but I am excited to be doing the work I need to do on the current project to make sure that there is room to hit NaNoWriMo next month! I have an idea for that venture that I woke up with after strange dreams the other night... So, I may be working two projects at once. Not sure how possible that is for me, so we'll see if I break into multiple copies and wander down different paths. (It would, at least, be highly productive.)
Anyways, it's fall here, which can be beautiful. There's something about the change of seasons that makes my fingers itch and my mind wander into story. (Long's peak, which I see daily, below.) How about you?
-Flatiron
(Truth: there were actual some rituals in the mountains. Picture this: me and 8 or so of my good friends on the deck of my cabin in the mountains, sitting a line, each with a drum or an instrument of some kind, laying down a rhythm to conjure the dead surely wandering that historic intersection of old southwest trails, trains, US history, and the long history preceding, each of us slipping into that trance state we create, as the day turned to night and the ethereal energies of that place came to life. Some of the insights that came during that drumming retreat were tied, in ways I can't really express, to the exact same pool of energies we dive into when the characters at the heart of the story prod us, in dreams and reveries, to consider this or that path for them, and remind us not to let them languish.)
I know some of you PMed me, and I hope you will accept my apologies for being absent. Now, here we are, October is upon us, or will be soon, and I don't know about you, but I am excited to be doing the work I need to do on the current project to make sure that there is room to hit NaNoWriMo next month! I have an idea for that venture that I woke up with after strange dreams the other night... So, I may be working two projects at once. Not sure how possible that is for me, so we'll see if I break into multiple copies and wander down different paths. (It would, at least, be highly productive.)
Anyways, it's fall here, which can be beautiful. There's something about the change of seasons that makes my fingers itch and my mind wander into story. (Long's peak, which I see daily, below.) How about you?
-Flatiron