Wolf

I have ignored the frame narrative of this novel too long. I had hoped to just write the story of Sao’s childhood and then return to the frame, but there’s too much interaction between the frame and the story being told about the past. And now it’s beginning to cause a problem that I ignored it so long.

Fortunately, there’s always a simple fix to such things: write more.

And so I return to the very first chapter of this novel, which I thought I wouldn’t rewrite until I was completely done with the novel. Yet here I am turning back the clocks once more on this novel and starting back at the beginning so that I can make the novel fit together properly.

Puzzles, my friends.

Puzzles.

Along with that, the writing will likely slow down considerably since I need to write songs and poetry, nursery rhymes and little ditties.

Up until this point, I’ve just made note of where a song needs to fit and what it needs to be about, but all writing is discovery for me so the writing of the poem or song will inevitably change the lore and even maybe the story itself. But this is all that layering of history bit I mentioned last time, which is exciting and fun, but also quite troublesome.

I enjoy flying on the keyboard. Racing through pages and pages, diving forward without a thought in my head, but now I must be the carefuler version of me who sits and measures lines, who considers rhyme and meter, rhythm and flow.

All quite fun in its own way, too, but a different kind of fun. Here the fun is the challenge, for while I was once a poet primarily, I have rarely written poetry in a decade. And even when I did write it often, it was always more time consuming than writing prose.

This is exacerbated since I’m writing ancient songs that have stood the testament of time!

Hubris, but don’t mind it so much.

I’m here writing, trying to make this puzzle fit and devastatingly excited about the image that forms here before my eyes.