While going to and from a Cinco de Mayo party, riding the subway, I worked on plotting for the very last book in the Evernight series. Not only did I make a lot of story progress, but something I hadn’t realized about the mythology finally came clear to me — it’s like it was always there, but I just hadn’t seen it — and now I’m on a high. So much can flow from this point, not just in the fourth book but in two and three as well.
There is this incredible sense of mischief, I guess, when you think of something new — it’s almost like you’ve just put one over on reality, coming up with something fictional that nonetheless feels true. Take that, surly bonds of earth.
I love that feeling, although I never thought before to call it mischief. It suits. 🙂 And that poem, High Flight, is gorgeous.
Embarrassingly, when I think of “High Flight,” I mostly think of that “Bloom County” strip in which Opus recited it while his friends helped him pretend to fly. But it’s still a great poem. 😀
Not embarassing, just representative. 😉 In a slightly more serious vein, every time I hear that poem or even the title it reminds me of the book Waiting for Sarah. It’s a great book.
Cool! Good on you!
Whee!
How thrilled am I to know that you have all these stories in your head? TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m STILL thinking about Evernight. STILL.
I adore you, and your beautiful mind.
MD
{{{}}} I’m so delighted that you enjoyed it — and I’m working hard to get you more to read!
You have no idea the acrobats my heart is doing in my chest right now. 🙂