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Morning tea

I'm having a hard time getting started this morning. I did the vacuuming yesterday, and my arms are quite sore. Since I am using them to do the dusting today, I'm not looking forward to getting things underway. I might go through boxes today instead, since my body is reluctant, and my mind is so active.

I have been typing up Prinzessin, which is what I've titled this fragment I found from 1997. It's amazing how little I remember about it. I keep wanting to read ahead to find out what happens next. It's a turn-of-the-century story that crosses over with the one I had previously written-- also untitled-- taking place in the present day. In some instances the heroine, Mary Anne, slips back in time for a moment or two, just long enough to encounter the personalities from a past age, and then back again. I thought it would be interesting to dramatize the doings of Gisela, the woman whose body she inhabits, as she experiences life in the castle a hundred years into the future.

Looking back has got me going on a trend for simplicity. Convoluted plots to reflect convoluted minds are all very well, but I'm coming to a place where I want to "make things better." I don't want so much Sturm und Drang, but completion and affirmation. Progressively my stories have gotten more complicated, making it difficult to end them effectively and believably.

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