OK, everything's finally disentangled on this end. I don't know what kind of mess I engendered by asking for Python 3 support, but as long as it's working and working consistently, that's all I care about. On to other matters.
Still sorting out some of the technical difficulties on this end; evidently I opened some kind of 55-gallon drum of engineering worms at my Web host. Anyway, I can still blog; I've just been paying attention to other things in the interim. So, today's subject: opening scenes.
Constant Readers (all two of them) will remember (assuming they have had their coffee) how some time back I posted a primer on how I develop my ideas into a story. Right now I'm at stage 1 with Always Outnumbered, Never Outgunned, bordering on stage 2. I have The Idea, and now I'm moving into The Rehearsal.
About half the Rehearsal process happens in my head; the other half -- the half that is the most transformative and important -- happens on paper. Or, rather, in a newly inaugurated TiddlyWiki. Right now all sorts of blue-skying is happening in there: plot possibilities, character considerations, throughlines, endpoints, kick-offs, touchdowns, and fumbles.
It's a mess.
It's supposed to be a mess. If it wasn't a mess, nothing interesting would happen there.
I might have put my foot in it with my announcement yesterday that I was changing tracks -- shelving the project The Palace of the Red Desert and switching to a new one named Always Outnumbered, Never Outgunned. My explanation for why I'm doing that might have come off wrong, so here's another attempt to make my motives clear.
I mentioned earlier my next novel was to be called The Palace of the Red Desert, and I dropped a few hints about what it was to be -- a historical fantasy of sorts, drawing on an amalgam of Asian history for inspiration.
Over the last couple of weeks, though, I had a change of heart. Okay, more like a change of heart, mind, spirit, and ambitions.