22 August 2013

Notes - let it go / the soul and original Grandma 21 / Q and A time /


        You are a bit somber this morning while thinking on the apparent suicide of Lee Thompson Young who played Lieutenant Berry Frost on "Rizzoli and Iles". Carol is off to breakfast with Ann and other retired Blue Ash teacher friends. Lunch with Jim and Jeanne today. - Amorella

         0836 hours. It is going to be a good day. It is sad some people choose to leave this planetary system early - each human being has herorhis own reasons for such a path. My best to each one, and all. - rho

         Upon reading you think this sounds rather irreverent but there is a simple sincerity and truth behind your comment, boy. Now, let it go. Post. -Amorella



         Mid-afternoon.  You are at Pine Hill Lakes Park far north lot facing west at the hill. There is almost continual thunder to the southeast with the wind out of the north. You had a good long and a series of interesting conversations at lunch with Jim and Jeanne at Panera before they left to return to Dayton for the night and to Atlanta tomorrow. The plan is to stop in and see them on the way back from Florida in either November or December. Carol is on page 301 of Sandra Brown's Lethal at present. Let's work on Grandma 21 dropping the heart of what appears important in the original draft from Braided Dreams. - Amorella

         1608 hours. I just looked over the first page and have no idea, no criteria to draw from. How do you drop the heart from a story?

         This is practice at reading the story from the soul's perspective. Facts are basically meaningless and since this is fiction that makes this simpler. - Amorella

         But facts and details within the story build setting, tone and credibility for the reader.

         We will rebuild this from the soul's bones of the story draft. I will help you. Bold rather than delete until you get the hang of it. - Amorella

         1622 hours. I have done a lot of bolding.

         Erase the bolding. - Amorella

         But it is so much.

         Clutter to a soul, mostly clutter, nonsense in importance. Why is it so difficult for human beings to let go of matters of so little importance? - Amorella

         I will make a copy of the bolded notes and delete from that copy. I will keep the bolded notes for evidence.

         Evidence of what? - Amorella

         Evidence of the humanity in the story.

         How do you know what is being cut is the humanity of the story? - Amorella

         Because it appears there is. There are nuances and intent and interest in the development of the story. Well, that's the idea anyway. (1628)

         Make your copy and see what is left, what the soul is interested in. - Amorella

         1637 hours. I am left with 498 words.

         Set them in the notes and post when you return home. - Amorella

         I don't think they'll make sense.

         Now, as far as the books and notes go, you will better understand how it is to be a soul. - Amorella

         I think you are just making this up as you go along. - Amorella.

         Do you see any evidence of this in books and blog? - Amorella

         Not really. I mean it is making sense to me. (1641)

         Then you'll have to contend with that while reading the soul's, your soul's shredding of the segment Grandma 21. All for now, boy. Post this when it is convenient. - Amorella.

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What the Soul sees as Important
in the original Grandma 21 drafting


      This is what is coming up. Criteria and Renaldo.

Criteria and Renaldo are about to witness a magician like no other in their lifetime. Merlyn the Bard will look into their eyes, and they will see a quick glimpse of how it is to be a shaman in a mind dance.

“Today we may meet Merlyn,” announced Renaldo, “if he is at the stones as we’ve been told,

            Merlyn’s ears cocked at the sound of two horses with riders covering the distance behind him.

Criteria and Renaldo slowed their horses when they spied the walking man ahead on the right. “I wonder if that him,” said Renaldo. “He looks the part.”

“Tall, slender with wild reddish hair and those ridiculous gray trousers. From here they look to be a hundred years old.”

Finally, Criteria shouted, “Would you like a ride?”

To which Merlyn replied, still in stride, “I have two legs, no need of four more.”

“What bee the pleasure, m’Lady?” said he.

            Criteria held her tongue but her face and body language told old Merlyn all he needed to know. “I understand,” she said quietly. “Your stones sometimes turn on their own. Are they any truths to those dancing stones heard in the Rhineland?”

            Merlyn laughed in gumption at her turnaround. “Celt stones dance with Celt feet under them.

            Criteria looked at him directly and he stared back with twice the directlness in his honest lids. She felt herself soften. “Thank you, Merlyn. I shall keep that in mind.” She signaled Renaldo to come forward, now that her private conversation was complete.

            “What do you have in mind?” asked Renaldo.

            “I think he’s a warrior not a scholar,” said Criteria. “You finish setting all this up and I’ll mingle and see if I can find out anything of interest along that line.”
           
            “Merlyn never tells the same tale twice,” said Morgause, “that is the reason people are excited to have him here.”

            “He leaves this world,” noted Viviane. “Merlyn leaves this world. No one knows where he speaks from, but it is not from here.”

            Merlyn stopped frozen in place. No one moved. Hearts stopped. Bodies followed and in trance began to dance. Mind alone. Only Merlyn could do that. Hold the mind with words spoken or read. His voice moved up two octaves.

Suddenly Merlyn’s eyes rolled from his head to focus on the Living. “That was my first story,” he said, “There is a second. It is a story that until now, only the Dead were conscious of.”

            Merlyn paused. His eyes rolled back into the top of his head.

In these books Grandma has the gift of gab,
For Merlyn’s crystal to send this private confab;
The Dead speak short, the Dead speak true,
The fiction my earthy child is set in you.

Each reader may write a storybook someday
When she is old and when he is gray;
Grandma Earth in Merlyn makes old stories new
With Friendly the Marsupial and Soki too.

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498 words
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       1812 hours. Using words automatic summary the 498 words is about 4.5 percent of the total 11318 words of the original Merlyn's Mind manuscript of Grandma 21. Using just the math 4.5 percent of 11318 averages to 509 words so it is close enough to the number of words in the soul's 'bare bones'.

         This is cultural mathematics, boy. Later, dude. - Amorella

         You each had a make your own snack supper, watched the news and then the BBC thriller, "Broadchurch" which is on every Wednesday night. You just saw the third episode of eight and you both are hooked on the series. What we have to work with in Grandma's 21 are the 498 words. - Amorella

         2029 hours. So this the way it is going to be? Every segment of the original book two, Running Through.  I haven't thought about book two for years. I recollect a love affair in the Grandma Stories and Diplomat being born (earth mother and marsupial humanoid father). The conception bed, so to speak, was a mistake in a Petri dish. I can't remember much about the Brothers. I have never been able to recollect lines I have written. What would be the purpose of keeping them in my head?

         Hypothetically, what happens when you're dead? - Amorella

         In a Merlyn books environment I would 'know' I wrote the books. If someone were to ask, 'What are the books about?' I would say, 'the books are about my imaginary life'. In real life I was married and we had one daughter and she got married and she and her husband had two boys, our grandchildren. My partner and I were teachers in life, upper elementary and senior high.' That is probably about as far as I could go on my own. It is as far as I would want to go. Things that I love, the sciences and philosophy would make little difference, as there would be little to relate to. There would be no weather to speak of and unless you were with old friends and family there would be nothing much to talk about or recollect. Now, if I could go about an meet people with different experiences and who had lived in different time periods. That would be interesting. One could learn from others' experiences. Being Dead could still be an enjoyable experience where a broader sense personal consciousness is gained. Beyond that, not much. The challenge would be to keep learning things that you could relate to. That's how I see it. Mostly though, I think it would be a quiet time with old friends and new ones from along the way. Everyone dead (even if there were real aliens) could relate to the 'human' spirit. There would be plenty to discuss if one had the notion to do so. I have always been an observer, that's my comfort zone. I imagine I would still enjoy observing quietly most of the time. I rather got carried away here. (2101)

         I asked the question. You gave an honest spontaneous response. - Amorella

         2104 hours. I just had the thought that the philosophy that might be discussed among the Dead is, 'What happens [to us] next?' I can't imagine we would just stagnate. That is not what the human spirit is about. I would like to imagine we would continue creating our own light both as individuals and as a grand community of spirits. We would be what we are now. We would continue what we are now. (2108)

         Let's stop here for the night. Tomorrow we can put some meat in those bones of Grandma 21. Later, gator. - Amorella


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