Decision
While I’ve been away (after a fashion) at CampNaNo, the world has continued on in hatred and violence. I pop my head out of the hole — take off the NaNo blinders — and see colors run at half-mast, because the world is a terrible place. Or that’s what some people try to make it, at any rate.
There isn’t much I can do. (I don’t interact well with others.) I vote in opposition to hatred and violence, when the ballots are open. I don’t spread hate. If I had more money, I would donate it to charities that help.
And I’ve spent a lifetime hidden away from the world. Like the one who lost his precious when Bilbo found it before they played at riddles in the dark. Not because I want to eat orcses (ick!), but because I’ve never learned how to enter the world properly. I’m still a child inside. I could expound in quite a lot of detail, if I wanted (and without the omitted letter constraint), but the reasons aren’t the point. The point is that I can’t really handle the world. That’s why I spend so much of my time in escapism, whether of my own creation or someone else’s.
So I will now use my escapism to counter reality once more, but differently than usual.
My story was always about the triumph of a pair of lovers over a corrupt politician with a positively Orwellian plan.
That’s still the case.
But my initial plan was for the politician’s motivation to be a mystery. Woodward and Bernstein didn’t need to know why Nixon had done what he did, only to expose that he had done it. The same applied in my story. (In fact, my reporter character early on said he admired the movie All the President’s Men…which is kind of pathetic of me to admit, since I haven’t seen it.)
The new plan is that the corrupt politician is motivated by hatred.
That way my story will tell the tale of hate conquered by love.
That’s about all I can do.
(I suppose this means I’ll actually have to make it available for others to read once it’s done. Which I surely wouldn’t have done otherwise.)
