So my sadness at Mr. Lee's passing is remote. But I do feel for all the people who have displayed their grief and gratitude for the co-founder of Marvel. Good art reaches people, and the loss of the artist can be profound.
I think the world would have been a poorer place without Mr. Lee, and I am grateful for his life, not for myself, but for how profoundly he touched the lives of my friends and loved ones.
Rest in peace, Mr. Lee. Excelsior.
Writing continues slowly. But it continues. This particular story feels more like it's being built, rather than written. Oh well, each one is different, I guess. I still this this attempt at a rewrite is better than my previous one, mostly because now I don't have to fill it with drivel. There's a few new characters who are really interesting that I'm glad are in the world now.
This book shows a secret society in operation on Doma, and an entire secret people hidden away on a large island in the north... which has it's own secret society. Sounds complicated, right? It's not that complicated, and has a lot to do with the history of this particular world. Part of world building is that so much of it is hidden. It's present in the writing only in the events the characters are experiencing. And so I'm super excited about how the history of this world has led to these three secrets, but can't really tell it except in bits and bobs.
Also, I really want to start illustrating some of the images in my head that are related to my stories. Not to include in the book, but to provide a visual representations for myself and anyone who reads the book. I think maybe beginning next year, I'll start on those oil paintings I want to do. We'll see.
Right, I have writing to get done. Have a good day, everyone.