We’ve all got dreams, but especially writers. Even if they don’t directly entertain them, or they’ve buried them, or they’re cynics or realists or whatever reason they have–even they have a private space in the very back corner of the brain, home of the What-If. Sometimes they catch the What-If behind them in the mirror while they shave. Sometimes the What-If drifts beside the bus or train window. Sometimes the
In Act II, Chapter 11, if you put on the overture of Wagner’s Tannhäuser right when a particular character does, it perfectly matches the text as background music through the end of the chapter. Pretty pleased to have discovered this in editing. I feel like, novels being literary works and relying so much on description, the ones that enrich us most are ones which cite their sources, as it were.