True to my word, here I am, making an effort to post in a more regular fashion.
Weekly is regular, right?
The working week is endured and bookended by the weekend. I deal with the various joint pains as I attend work and write in the evenings when I’m well enough to do so. The novel continues as I weave the current part, number 8, with the poem, The Chairmaker’s Soul. Novel reflects poem and poem reflects prose.
Today I wrote 2450 words that detail most of the poem content as a part of Diablo Ex Machina, part 8, Definition of a Deity. At its heart lies the concept of what we consider to be a god. Is immortality the same as divinity? Not necessarily. It is a concept that I have been tackling throughout the story, and draws on a lot of inspirations. For instance, unkillable does not mean unbeatable. I think that quote is from Berserk, a manga series by Kentaro Miura.
What is truly original?
Writing is the synergy of ideas which the writer is inspired by, their understanding of it woven into a new tapestry. That which they see in a film may be threaded with a concept they read in a book, a poem, behold in the world around them.
As the sunlight fades to darkness (quote from The Nosleep Podcast, David Cummings) I find myself drawing inspiration from an odd novel in my collection. The Crimson Petal and the White, by Michael Faber. I read the sequel first, The Apple, a slim volume in comparison to its predecessor which stands at roughly 700 pages. It is a tale concerning a prostitute called ‘Sugar’ in late 19th century England.
If I say that it is like a fusion of Dickens, Woolf and modernism then I think that is a faithful description. So Diablo Ex Machina takes a turn that I was unprepared for. Woven into the framework of immortals seeking absolution as they go about murdering one another is that immorality is not all it seems to be.
Do not judge, for judgements of the obvious are not always warranted.