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quarter_to_five) wrote2013-10-07 12:27 am
quarter_to_five) wrote2013-10-07 12:27 am
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Working on plotting out a story:
One half of brain: So...they go and they get...ambushed. By...um...soldiers. In the mountains. There are soldiers in the mountains and they ambush everyone, because they're...still fighting WW2! That's it. They're some of those guys who would come stumbling out of the jungles years after the war was over, only they hadn't heard of it, and couldn't be convinced it really was. It's this melancholy pathos - fighting ghosts, lives squandered chasing an imaginary enemy, unable to let go of the past...
Other half of brain: why must everything be melancholy with you? Can't you write a happy story for once?
First half: Well...all right. Ok, they're not fighting imaginary Nazis...they're fighting actual Nazis! Happy story with Nazis!
*very pleased*
One half of brain: So...they go and they get...ambushed. By...um...soldiers. In the mountains. There are soldiers in the mountains and they ambush everyone, because they're...still fighting WW2! That's it. They're some of those guys who would come stumbling out of the jungles years after the war was over, only they hadn't heard of it, and couldn't be convinced it really was. It's this melancholy pathos - fighting ghosts, lives squandered chasing an imaginary enemy, unable to let go of the past...
Other half of brain: why must everything be melancholy with you? Can't you write a happy story for once?
First half: Well...all right. Ok, they're not fighting imaginary Nazis...they're fighting actual Nazis! Happy story with Nazis!
*very pleased*