Writing screeched to a halt when I left the beach and returned to the party members who remained in the forest. Drat. Research could not be postponed any longer.
TT: Those of you following Ranunculus Turtle the Facebook Page might remember a tiny status rant that ended with the plea for death followed by the pronouncement of going to bed. Yes, I was an unhappy turtle. And that was only 5 minutes in.
Not saying the research has gone anywhere. Something in me rebels at searching. I don't care how easy Google makes it. I don't want to do it. I don't even want to look for a picture of a druidy kind of forest. Do you know how many pics of Yellowstone are on the Internet? Neither do I, but a lot. Like 10+ pages.
TT: What the heck is Morning Glory Pool anyway? What is wrong with that water? Is there glass over it? I don't understand!
I tried looking at topographical maps of Russia and Alaska and North America, which would be the closest kinds of terrain to York. I discovered I can't read topographical maps. Sorry, Dr. Iliff.
Really, the whole thing just sucks eggs.
One thing I did learn is ferns grow in Alaskan forests.
TT: Oops. Did a little rhyming there. I sometimes wonder if I have Welsh in my Scottish bloodline. I tend to alliterate like Eliza Doolittle's dad when I'm not paying attention. Odd, since I'm rhythm-deficient in other areas of my life.
Back to the ferns. The problem with having ferns in an Alaskan-type forest is the connotation of ferns with tropical jungles. The problem with the whole thing is the void of common descriptors for "forest" that lend themselves easily to melee-topography.
TT: For the non-English-speaking readers of this blog, i.e., anyone from Kansas, I'm having trouble describing the area where the fighting happens.
Yeah, yeah, this is the burden of being a writer. This is why not everyone does it (or should do it).
On a bright note, the "dense" fog lifted a bit more and I realized the natural place for Raven to live is in a tree. Duh. Druid. Tree.
Feel free to smack me the next time we meet. You'll know where to hit by the hand-shaped bruise on my forehead.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
The Forest Is Clearing
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OK, I've not said a thing about this so far, but I keep wondering....this story doesn't take place on "Earth", right? So why can't you make the forest look like anything you want it to look like?ReplyDelete
Doesn't it? Mwahahahahahahaha!ReplyDelete
No, you're right. It doesn't. That's a whole other can of worms.
Perhaps it's also tomorrow's post.