I’ve been cleaning out my bookshelves—a feat worthy of Hercules and trying to put things on the big shelf in my dining room. Moving my books—even to a different room—hurts. On one hand, I’m amazed at how much space I have. There’s “floor” under those stacks! And a desk. On the other hand, I've been finding scraps of paper that should have been blog posts and are actually just a comment or two.
Not sure if I was on a roll or whether I’ve gotten so far from my earlier thoughts that reading them gives me indigestion, but for the next couple of days, I’m going to pick a random comment and see how things held up between the time I wrote it and now.
Evil needs to be personified. The book will still work without a face, but it’ll be stronger if there’s a voice or person to connect to.
I agree with this one. Sure, you can do a man versus nature thing, or man versus the system, but it’s detached. Sort of like if I threw a little girl into a well and had the hero race to save her from a slow, painful death. It’s “okay," sort of like a breaking news story—but look at how much more vivid it gets if I“embody” the evil of her slow, painful death in the shape of a sadistic pedophile. The hero is still racing time to save her, but now he has someone to fight and personal evil to conquer. We’re still cheering the hero, but we’re also booing the villain, and crying along with the scared little girl. The clock is ticking down to a showdown between good and evil, and we’re right there hoping the good guys win.
Day one? Good comment.