Well, here goes. The prologue is just the same as was posted on my NaNoWriMo profile as an excerpt, so nothing really new. I’ve done this scene before, but it was a little different. Zela was more feminist last time. I’m glad to see that she’s more subtle and innocent this time. It’s still a bit heavy-handed, some of the plot nodes/themes/whatevers.
Unfortunately the tone of the language is also too biblical for my taste now. It seemed appropriate when I was writing it. And it seems extraordinarily religious. I didn’t intend for it to be so religious. But it seems that it will have to be that way if the story is to go in the way I want it to. Otherwise there will be no point to the whole thing, and no one will have the motivation to do anything. “Why did we start this war again?” “I dunno, since there’s nothing more important to argue about than land claims.” “On second thought, those are important too. She should make those more prominent as they were in much earlier versions.” Okay, guys, I get the point. (Not sure who I’m talking to, but it doesn’t make any difference – they’re right. Land claims were hugely important in earlier versions, and were a bigger catalyst for the war than silly arguments about religion. But I think the religious fighting makes more sense than it did earlier, too. So they’re both important. I just wish I didn’t have to call it ‘religious’. That makes it sound like a Holy War or something, and human Holy Wars are… even more pointless. We’ll see what happens.)
Did you catch Michael and Gabriel? I’d add Raphael, too, but he doesn’t seem to have been so obviously active in human affairs so no one would know who he was.
My bed is so warm in the mornings… It’s hard to get out of it… into the cold of the rest of my room… Oh, the furnace is on. That helps.
Time to do some errands!
This is a picture of a time when I was depressed, so Flairé caught me on the way down… One of my friends says “he’s very confident he can catch you, reaching up with only one hand…”
