Lugnasa Superior Wolf Moon
Murakami, the novelist, says time flows differently on Sundays. Yes. After that powerful acculturation of Sundays at church with Mom and Dad, then weekends off from work followed by weekends in which I worked on Sunday, the day has accretions of unusual moments, moments when the ambition and the struggle of the day to day evaporated for a few hours: that picnic, a moving worship service, reading the Sunday paper over breakfast, movies, ham, scalloped potatoes and spinach.
Yesterday I took advantage of that different flow to get myself past a difficult place in my work on Superior Wolf. The deep background of the story begins at the very beginning when Chaos and Chronos merge to bring some order to the new, emerging universe. I have a very specific reason for wanting the story rooted in the mythology of early Greek gods and goddesses, but I’m mindful of a critique I read about research. This novelist, I’m paraphrasing, obviously did a lot of research and she insists on using all of it. Ouch.
Even with that caveat I decided the story had to be told, so I spent Sunday finishing the section in which the key elements get laid out. This is a rough draft so I may not use much of this work, but I’m now past the somewhat didactic writing and back to the flow of the novel itself. A logjam broken up with a pike and spiked shoes.
