In Gods Old and Dark more than anything I’ve written before, the story is about the price of heroism, and about who we are and how we hang onto that when we’re faced by darkness from within or without. Today I had a tough scene to write — the one in which Molly faces the internal evil that threatens to consume her, and discovers that she has two choices for her future, and one is short and the other is bad. I put on Adagio for Strings from the Platoon soundtrack, and looped it with Acoustic #3 by the Goo Goo Dolls, and with my external darkness pretty much hardwired by sound, dove into one of the hardest character scenes I’ve had to write in quite some time.
It went well. The whole morning of writing went well, actually, and I got two complete scenes done to my satisfaction, though I had to rewrite one almost from the ground up and just flat out wrote the other from scratch.
Tomorrow, more Baanraak. (Or maybe tonight — I’ll have some extra writing time this evening, and think it would be a great time to really tear into the book. For Baanraak, I’ll Be Watching You, by the Police … and Blue Oyster Cult’s Don’t Fear The Reaper, definitely. Both of those are his theme songs. And Enya’s Exile. And as something topical, Jimmy Buffet’s Remittance Man.)
The stack of pages-to-be-revised at my left elbow got markedly shorter this morning. That is a very good thing.