Well, not really, but I had a really bizarre, yet insightful dream about the Pirouette Rewrite. Apparently my muse has been working overtime, while I wasn’t paying attention, because she handed me something really important for the ending. Something that will be really good.
But first, the dream. I was in this restaurant-like place and I fell asleep, and was dreaming (dream within a dream, how trippy!) that I was working on the Rewrite of Doom, and I thought of the ending, and was writing it. Not gonna get into it here, b/c it’s a spoiler, but it’s a really good thing. It ties in perfectly with not only the whole thing, but the basis of it — Alisia’s need to dance, and her ultimate undoing. It also ties in an element from Pirouette 1.0 that I got rid of due to well….not fitting. True, it didn’t fit the exact place, but it fits in the Rewrite as part of the end. The freaky part is, I not only remembered this upon waking, but I see it as utter brilliance. So, thank you, muse.
Two of my exes and my current beloved were also in attendence, but I don’t recall what they did or why they were there. Weird.
S.L. Viehl had an idea for figuring out your story. It involves asking your main character three questions:
1) Who are you?
2) What do you want?
3) What’s the worst thing I can do to you?
For Pirouette (Rewrite), the answers would be:
1) Who are you? I’m Alisia, and I’m heir to the Faerie throne. I am also a necromancer, having a rare power to control the dead and vampires (since they aren’t dead in my books).
2) What do you want? To live in peace and safety outside of Faerie, and also to be able to dance, silence the ghosts.
3) What’s the worst thing I can do to you? Force me back to Faerie, back to possible danger and death; also, take away my ability to dance. Permanently.
She loses her ability to dance early on, but later, this element will be revisited.
Also, let me just say that sometimes computers suck. I spent my entire afternoon troubleshooting what I thought was a video card/motherboard/possible virus issue that made my puter unusable, only to find out that somehow, gremlins were pulling my leg.
I was not amused.
We now return to your regularly scheduled life.