Derry, Northern Ireland

Derry, Northern Ireland
A book I'm working on is set in this town.

Wednesday, November 10, 2021

Another Day of CK

This story seems to be edging into erotic horror them mellowing down to erotic suspense. Not sure what to make of it, yet, but I just wrote the part that starts the explanation of why Carli is out for revenge...and the Biblical tale of David bringing King Saul 200 foreskins from Philistines he'd slaughtered worked into it (he did it to buy himself a royal wife). I guess it doesn't require saying that the tale is becoming somewhat kinky.

What's going to happen, as of now, is halfway through the story, Carli finds out her reason for going after these guys was wrong. She's a strong woman who's out to right a wrong and the people she initially goes after are not innocents, but neither are they the ones she should be attacking. She thought she knew what happened and why they did what they did, but she didn't have all the information, and now she's trying to back away but it's too late. It's war, and more innocent people will die along side the guilty.

Still, in the end it doesn't matter; everybody deserves what they get...except for one person. This guy. Zeke. He goes along with some things he shouldn't have, but only out of a misplaced sense of loyalty. He's the only truly decent person in the whole story, and he's part of the reason Carli begins to back away. He helps her see her campaign is counter-productive.

I'm not sure how this will play out with readers. But it's how the story wants to be told, and it's digging in its heels, with the characters supporting it.

I had a bit of this same dilemma with Brendan in Book 2 of APoS. He does some cruel things in the last half of this section, and while they're understandable, they're still hard to take. But I stuck with him on them. He doesn't want to remain a sweet boy throughout the story, and it's affected part of his growth in Derry...and also sets up conflict when he returns to the town.

I remembered helping a friend with a documentary about a punk band in San Antonio who had to travel to Austin to get playing gigs. This was in 1979...and it's working in nicely with my notes for the next two parts of the story. right now, I'm closing in on 112,000 words. Should prove interesting.

That's the way it works, sometimes. You go where the characters lead you or destroy what you're writing. There is no in-between.

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