This is one of those things that only bears mentioning because of how uncanny it is – I just realised, after drawing a very rough map of the area in which the majority of my book takes place, that one of the character’s houses is shaped like the first letter of their name.
I mean I try to be original and avoid really obvious cliches. Really I do. But apparently my brain has other plans.
And makes me write really melodramatic soap opera dialogue when all I want is some gritty realism.
I don’t know if there’s any point in fighting it. Perhaps this is just how things are going to be. Maybe I ought to embrace it and let it take me where it will.
Maybe this is my destiny.
Although at the same time, it’s not like I’m not going to change it. If nothing else it’s a testament to the power of the subconscious and symbolic recognition. The fact that I did it completely unintentionally and only realised it now also just tickles me. And the house feels right the way it is, obvious visual metaphor aside. So yeah. I’m keeping it. For posterity.
Also I’m using my Wacom tablet in lieu of a mouse today, just to see how well it works. So far, not too badly. And I haven’t used it in like a year, so it’s nice to break it out again. Sometimes it’s nice to retread old ground, just to remember what it was like to walk there.