Poem: Erasure
Erasure
has vanished,
can never be
recovered now.
It is erased,
a secret of the past.
No one will know
what was here:
if they seek answers,
we will make certain
they are not found.
A Writer's Notebook, Day Seventy-One
Today was an extremely productive day: I broke 65,000 words tonight, and am at the cusp of the real action of the climax. I feel far more assured about the ending than I had even a few hours ago, when I gave my last update, though I still need to ascertain some of it. There has been a bit of clarification on certain points, which makes it easier for me to begin imagining how it will work out. As mentioned, I need to balance two concepts with each other, and each one needs to fit with certain parameters. The overall ending will be unresolved, in some ways, and is going to need to be bittersweet as well. That has to develop out of these separate elements, and the individual pieces need to also be able to fit together in the right way. This, in part, has to do with fracturing the narrative, in a way that will create two distinct views on events that then have to come back together into a single narrative again at the end, without resolving the fracture. It...
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