You know, it's often the case that I'll say one thing on this blog and end up doing the exact opposite. Like last week being able to post somewhat regularly while on vacation (granted, no linkee-poos, but that's because those take a lot more time and writing them on the iPad is a big pain). And since Murphy's Law is not recursive, I'll refrain from making any major comment about word countages and the bagging there of.
But I will say the drive in was four hours of the coolest sunbeams and a burning orange sunset under pregnant clouds. I'll take that as a sign from the universe that this is what I was supposed to do. Consider it my version of the clouds parting and the angels singing. Plus, several moments of genius. That is, the stupid stopped and I was able to see what had been there in front of me this whole time. Motivations of characters, secondary plot lines and goals, and the best of all, a story template that I can at least hang my hat on. I fully expect the hat tree to pull a Lewis Carroll and go gallumping off with said hat once I turn my back.
As you may know, I have a fondness for quotes, especially song lyrics. So I think about heading up chapters with some quote as many of my favorite books do. Well, I think I found the one that will lead off the book.
"Thammuz, Thammuz, Thammuz, when you reach Palodes, tell them that the Great God Pan is dead!"
The Wind from Paxi to a ship carrying Epitherses
Plutarch - On the Failure of Oracles
How's that for a start off? Cross your fingers, toss salt over your shoulder, turn three times and spit, we're off to the races.