Sometimes I love the city. It is strange. When I consider the stillness of the city, the abandoned places, sunlight and shadows in mazes of bleached pavement. Perhaps I love not what it is, but what it could be. That is the basis for my visionary city, Drommende.
After thinking it over last night, I decided that I would not revise The Glass House for NaNoWriMo, but instead work on my developing visions and write a new story. Which would not really be new. It always bothers me to see the stories that only got to page 1 or 2. I feel that my characters remain in permanent limbo till the story is done.