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shadesofmauve) wrote2007-01-17 09:01 am
shadesofmauve) wrote2007-01-17 09:01 am
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Kahhhhhhhhlua!
My guard was down. I was in the shower after a stressful day and a good music session. I was mostly thinking about bed, and I'd had two mugs of kahlua-and-coffee at the pub. The first inspiration sensed this weakness, sidled out of a dark alley, and started panhandleing.
"Yo, mate -- why haven't you done anything with that Hamlin story/art concept? That was some good shit."
"The antagonists weren't defined. Why would any society turn away from making art and music?"
"Well, it's the critics. Obviously."
This dirty-future idea and I got down to some serious art-world debate, and thus engaged with imagery and meaning for art about the Children of Hamlin, a concept totally unrelated to my world-building (which has hit some slow spots), I was unprepared for the one-two punch WITH A GIANT BRICK that was the 2nd inspiration, coming at me from behind.
Lying dazed on the floor of the bathtub*, robbed of all my cash (which I take with me to the shower -- don't you?), I was left with only the knowledge of how the World-Breaking and Waking were brought to pass, those huge, pivotal story-points of Calenthe that haven't had a good explanation for some ten years.
And I didn't want to write it, because it's terrible. It's dark, and it's probably overly symbolic, and it tends towards the kind of inevitability that I don't like to give in to, and my dragons die. And they won't come back. I promised. But those dragons saw me through a lot of tough times, and I'm not sure about this.
Still, when an idea hits that fast, that hard, that completely, and bothers me that much, it must be powerful, right? Damn thing left a metaphorical knot on my head the size of a goose-egg. And stole my credit card. The hamlin-bum made off with my keys. I've been tag-teamed by inspiration.
That kahlua must be good stuff.
*Some hyperbole here.
"Yo, mate -- why haven't you done anything with that Hamlin story/art concept? That was some good shit."
"The antagonists weren't defined. Why would any society turn away from making art and music?"
"Well, it's the critics. Obviously."
This dirty-future idea and I got down to some serious art-world debate, and thus engaged with imagery and meaning for art about the Children of Hamlin, a concept totally unrelated to my world-building (which has hit some slow spots), I was unprepared for the one-two punch WITH A GIANT BRICK that was the 2nd inspiration, coming at me from behind.
Lying dazed on the floor of the bathtub*, robbed of all my cash (which I take with me to the shower -- don't you?), I was left with only the knowledge of how the World-Breaking and Waking were brought to pass, those huge, pivotal story-points of Calenthe that haven't had a good explanation for some ten years.
And I didn't want to write it, because it's terrible. It's dark, and it's probably overly symbolic, and it tends towards the kind of inevitability that I don't like to give in to, and my dragons die. And they won't come back. I promised. But those dragons saw me through a lot of tough times, and I'm not sure about this.
Still, when an idea hits that fast, that hard, that completely, and bothers me that much, it must be powerful, right? Damn thing left a metaphorical knot on my head the size of a goose-egg. And stole my credit card. The hamlin-bum made off with my keys. I've been tag-teamed by inspiration.
That kahlua must be good stuff.
*Some hyperbole here.