Beauty, Vision, Midnight, Prologue
Prologue
Los Angeles, Midsummer's Day, 2000
Alex held her small body as closely as he could, pulling her against his kneeling lap. Balancing as best he could against the weight she held in her arms, against the furl of her body around the person in whose hair her face was buried. Against the way she was rocking them both.
His hands trembling, he ( Read more... )
Eliot, Auden, Yeats, Saint-Vincent Millay- so many of the poets on my "A" list did the work I love within the same 50 years (Yeats being the only person who treads the line of the margin). I 'collected them' one by one, over the years, and only noticed that they had this in common long afterwards. I've often wondered why- what there is about that time span in particular that's shaped a characteristic, a perception, which clearly speaks to so much of me.
Ahem. Yes. So. You were saying something about giving me more information than I wanted to know?
So your story's an extended character(s) study? Wow, that really neat- and given the characters and their tangled relationships, incredibly complex as well. I can see how that'd be a long row to hoe for you; and WIPs do tend to have a way of catching you off-guard.
But second-guessing yourself never lets you get anywhere either. I'd've quit entirely about a month ago if I'd continued to do it... and your story sounds appealing, if demanding to write. My three and a half (inflation, y'know) cents' worth of unrequested opinion.
LL, it's so good to have you here. What a wonderful co-conspirator you are. :-)
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