Wednesday, August 20, 2008

The devil's impasse

Chapter 18... is almost done but the last three pages are giving me problems.

I am at the last great fork in the road.

Option 1 is to go back to my original ending (meh) though edited to jive with the other rewrites. That would salvage my previous work.

Option 2: lose those the last section entirely and find some way to wrap the book in a new Chapter 19. That would put me at 315 pages and 80,000 words.

Option 3: total rewrite of the last 90 pages. I take the last six chapters in a new direction. That gets me to about 400 pages and 100,000 words. It's a fair ending I have in mind but a little "Hollywood."

Option 4: Abrupt finish here and now in chapt. 18. That would make the story incomplete though. But then I could say I am finished.

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Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away