Though I've decided to focus on Scamper, I find myself thinking of Ethan and Laran more and more. One scene in particular fascinates me: Ethan and Laran are walking through the dark jungle; they come upon a meadow, and wander into the tall grass. Ethan looks up and sees something in the night sky; it freaks him out. He runs up a hill, looks to the valley below, and sees a portion of present-day suburbia, dropped in the middle of the jungle. What he'd seen in the sky was light pollution from the city; it had sparked a dormant memory (he's an amnesiac, remember) and when he realized what it was, the implication terrified him.
It's a herald of larger things; just the imagery of it makes me want to write, but so far, it's all I have. It needs a lot of work; the whole story does, but every time I sit down to write, it's like trying to draw water from a dry well.
Which won't stop me, of course. It's just another hurdle to get over.
Just keep going, and don't stop until you're done. Worry later whether or not it makes any sense.
At least, that's the plan.
-- Cris
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