ieva melgalve

Whenever I’m actively writing I am having those wild dreams that boggle my mind as much as actual writing does. So after having one of those horrible, guild-ridden dreams tonight, I woke up with a “I’m writing today” thought I didn’t even question. (Not that I really wanted to question it.)

So I did my 500+ words on a tram, with the right protagonist, with the right trouble in the first scene, and enough inner discomfort to keep writing. Actually, come to think of it, I need to know that the protagonist is the right amount of wrong. And the antagonist, whether it’s a person or, as in this case, a culture, has to be the right amount of right. After all, *I* am the worst antagonist the protagonist can imagine, since I am the one who’s giving her all of her trouble. Moreover, I can easily make her life easier, give her everything she needs and let her have it forever. So, well, I need to dislike her enough to be that mean to her. Me being a mean person, this means she needs just one crappy trait or two, and a couple of stupid illusions/assumptions.

Also, on a side note, on a frantic research session, I discovered that love can be, and is, quite different from the definition I have developed for my private use. The fact that I needed a wikipedia article to tell me this doesn’t sound good. But oh well. Luckily, wikipedia exists.