By Slanted Light

Lob away! You know, yesterday nobody really commented until later in the day, so when I nipped to take something out to the slaughterhouse (once was...) and was waylaid into gardening for a couple of hours, I thought it might fit right in. And everyone came to my lj while I was out! I paused for a late lunch before settling into the office again, then thought if-I-don't-run-now-it'll-be-days-before-I-can, so nipped out for that - and people were here in my lj again! Now, if I stay in tomorrow, I bet it'll be really quiet... *g* Anyway...

Excellent to hear you've another Visions in process - shall look forward to that! I don't suppose I can help with the agonising though. Pretty sure I've seen Blythe Spirit in your visions before, and I must have read it, but for the life of me can't remember it...

November is a bit grim, but I seem to remember that it's the one where the last lines (which I don't think Sebastian was always very good at) make up for the gloom. Shall try and remember to let you know, if I turn out to be right!

how *does* a writer achieve the depiction of a scene which you can immediately see in your head - you're *there* with them - and is still in your head hours later?
Ha - that's where the magic comes in, I think... *g* I always imagine that the writer themselves are feeling so immersed ins something, and can see and feel it so vividly for themselves, that they pass it onto the reader... but I dunno - I wonder!
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Having wandered off thinking, and having another look at Jat's fog story, I think it's probably also when writers remember that people are surrounded by things all the time, not just a description's-worth of where they are to set the scene and then off to other bits in the story, but that on a cold foggy day, you can't just see the fog and forget it, you feel it around you all the time, and then you notice that your feet are crunching on frozen leaves, and then something else, and so on. The day never goes away, it stays with the story and the lads, and so perhaps then it stays with us... Well, that's perhaps what I reckon, anyway. *g*