I’ll have my coffee in a few minutes. First, I must note something relating to the powers of the writer.
Power Number 1: sending a miscreant, anarchistic character into banishment i.e. cutting and pasting most of her scenes into a separate file – the equivalent to offering the character a time out in her room, prior to hitting the delete button, if she doesn’t keep on threatening she will commit suicide, and never deliver. The other characters – and the writer – have run out of patience for the time being. The rest of the story proceeds without her; we’ll see how she deals with her problems, or doesn’t, in a few more chapters. If all else fails, the cast and crew will send her flowers.
Power Number 2: making the person housing a resident writer sound remarkably wise. In the photo above, all I meant to do was snap a picture of the river and go on with my afternoon walk. Halfway across the footbridge, I meet a woman coming from the opposite direction with a need to talk about her life, her health, her children, her general take on life. I listened and made the appropriate comments, as required. Still and all, there was the matter of a walk still to be taken, while the woman carried on about aging, and how people expect women to behave, past the age of fifty. At which point the resident writer piped up with a line spoken by a character in an old, old draft. It was based on that Beatles song “When I’m sixty-four” (will you still need me, will you still feed me when I’m…). “I turned sixty-four the other day,” I said. From there, I moved straight into plagiarism of that draft character of old: “Everybody else seems to know what that means, but I don’t. I’ve never been sixty-four before, and never will be again. I intend to discover on my own what it means to me.” Lo and behold – t’was the nugget that woman happened to be expecting.
Those are but two of the powers resident in a writer. There are others but for this morning, I’m satisfied knowing even characters banished from drafts, or left to languish in unfinished ones, still hold unspeakably potent powers, with or without coffee.
Hopefully, with coffee, the writer will also manage to make something worthwhile out of today’s bout of revision.