Where is this Prequel going?
Well, I’ve been following the characters as they’ve developed their own narrative (I didn’t believe this, when I read novelists describing how the characters go where they wish, but there’s much truth in that sense, I now think).
Of course, characters and story all derive from the author’s imagination, but when the scenario is set for both story and story-teller to inhabit, it feels like a matter of turning the pages to reveal itself, somehow. I also think I could develop my sculptural and painterly skills, carving and illustrating the characters as they grow more alive in their scenes.
I do know that there will, inevitably, be blood, along with, of course, sweat, tears, sadness and joy. I know now that there’s two social challenges facing the community, in the immediate aftermath of the bubble arising. It’s a shocking situation, being sequestered within one tiny world, for a vibrant community to face. And old behaviour patterns are so deeply entrenched; can folks adapt to a new world with enhanced social enlightenment?
But there’s also love, the capacity for renewal, and work, without which there cannot be happiness. Work not for simple survival, though that certainly figures in the grand scheme of things, but for mental stimulation, for a sense of fulfillment. Where, however, catharsis will develop, is something that may not be revealed to me until about Chapter 5, perhaps.
In this Prequel, I’m aiming for 7 chapters, each of about 10,000 words. February, and the hope of spring thereafter, beckons tomorrow. Perseverance is still my watchword: wait, listen, write. And all shall be revealed, in the fullness of time.
Biome NE47 