Saturday, 7 November 2015

The third, last chapter of Goose is written and set, but it is completely and utterly without a point. So now first I'll arrange it into a moral albeit funny tale of woe and compromise, then, ultimately, I'll try to wring a catharsis out of it. I already know what the inner turmoil is about, I just need to position it so that it counterweights the second chapter: where Kay decides - thinks that Morph 
is going morally unhinged - and chooses to follow him down. She thinks it would be better if they become villains, to give heroes a greater chance at glory. The third chapter feels like a morning after, afterwards. I think that's as far as I will arrange it, then leave it for a while to simmer while I go into the midriff, the infamous second chapter.... the fun part. 

Am reading a funny little children's book and I'm about to hop over to the library to get an anthropological study book I've been waiting for called Butts, snakes and fire are not toys..

Seems appropriate :D

A scene from the 3rd chap, in which Kesi tries to school Kay on the rights to choose poorly.:
“Do you have any idea how quickly the light goes out in people?« asked Kestrel accusatory. “A horrid instance rips out the heart of them and it’s gone. Just … gone. It never comes back. Nothing can save them, not even you. Wasn’t there a boy you knew, who was like that?”

“A boy?”

“I think I remember a boy from some story you tried to help atone for. He repaid you by rather going back to die in his own narrative than staying with you in any other. What does that tell you?”

“That blind jerk?”

“No, not Spotter’s Sufi. A boy. You called him an evil looking little shit.”

“You’d have to be a bit specific.”

“He asked you to give him a sad backstory, so his dick moves wouldn’t be all there was to him. You wrote how he had to guard a political prisoner whom he ended up killing so that she wouldn’t be paraded in front of her enemies…”

“Oh, yes! I DO remember now. He WAS an evil looking little shit! Excellent lay, though; excellent pelvic thrust. Ah, well. Just because he chose to die rather than make the most of our options…”

                “That’s just it. Humans are not designed to face these many choices. Sooner or later you misstep, choose the wrong things and a million other things you chose right just drown in tar.”

See? It's there, it's just completely and utterly boring and pointless.