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Archive for September, 2007

Touch and Drama

Saturday, September 29th, 2007

I read The Rules for Hearts a few days ago, and let’s just pause for a moment to love the title and cover, shall we?

There are very few ways in which that isn’t the exact cover for Touch that I’ve had in my head, and there are very few ways in which the title isn’t, in fact, better than anything I’ve come up with. Which is perfect, because The Rules for Hearts and is precursor, Empress of the World, are precisely the genre Touch is aiming at.

Specifically, the genre is romantic lesbian high school drama.


A certain level of competence

Tuesday, September 18th, 2007

Bud Krogh was on Fresh Air yesterday. Lest you do not know of him, he was a “plumber” during the Nixon administration. That is, his department stopped… leaks. His group was responsible for the Daniel Ellsberg burglary, for which he served time in jail. On the show, he talked about his reaction as it became clear that the simple, quiet “covert op” he had signed off on was, in fact, a not-particularly-covert ransacking, leaving a pointless trail of incriminating evidence, to boot.

I think… It seemed like there was a certain level of competence that was not present.

A perfect sentence, which I intend to use daily, should I get the chance.

(Also: NDK was neat.)

I am beginning to believe…

Wednesday, September 5th, 2007

…amongst other things, that story structure is not so much a tool as it is a blanket. It isn’t so much that we need help in discovering the story. Rather, we need to be drawn out of ourselves, so that we may express the stories we already know.

And at that point, to continue the analogy, we will find it warm, fuzzy, comforting, and possibly filled with poisonous spiders.

I just got back from California and started a new job, so I’m a bit scattered right now. Still, there’s some good stuff happening with Touch—Asa made a particularly insightful suggestion the other day, which I think to be even cooler than I understand at the moment. I’m settling into an update schedule again, so more soon.


Wednesday, September 5th, 2007

She walks the city every night, every night stepping softly over worn-gray pavement, under towers that stretch into the sky. Every night, she walks between empty stores and closed-up stands, between full places and soft places. In a corner of the road, beneath a yellow street lamp, a fox scampers from shadow to shadow. It has a certain quirky grace to it, and she wonders if it’s watching her.

On this night, the sky was the color of dust in the desert. She walked by the small jewelry stand where by day the masked man sold his gold trinkets and bits of colored cloth. “You will see me,” he had said, “three times.” That moment was the first. Another moment, yet to come, will be the second, and finally, the last moment will come: she will speak to him, and he will smile, and she will buy something from his stand, and then she will leave.