This is mainly a children's story, one that can be enjoyed by adults who are reading it to their children at bedtime. That is what's driving the mood, and it has been all along. I think I've been staying pretty true to that.
There is one other thing that drove parts of the story, but I thought of it out of the 30 day sequence, so I recorded it to share later, when the day was right.
I don't know why, but on Monday 19 Apr 10 the mood struck me about this:
Obsidiopolis – beautiful and obsidian. Somewhat like a Japanese city on the sea, industrial, powerful, businesslike, utterly foreign and unfathomable, yet human. Not evil and foreboding, but cold, heartless, lonely and uncaring for the heroes. White light with no golden to it at all. I can see it, but if I tried to draw it I would loose it. I see a beautiful woman in black vinyl looking over her shoulder with the towers of Onyx (Sears Tower and John Hancock in their glittering, crystalline best, with no dirt, soot, or smudges, impossibly clean) rising and crisscrossing in the distance before her. There are people there, they don't hate but they are not without feelings. They are unapproachable by the heroes. They don't smile, but they don't frown. They don't have blank stares, just mild looks and speak in a foreign language at a conversation level. There are no mechanical sounds, but there is no silence. There is no oil or soot or dirt, but gleaming crystal darkness.
The Onyx City sounds right, but has been used too often - Onyx from the Greek ____ onyx meaning 'claw' or 'fingernail'. Onyx doesn't have quite the right color and lustre that I'm looking for, but obsidian does.
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All righty. Further to my previous comment about me sounding retarded in comments, I think I should cease and desist from posting anymore until I read your entire blog, as I did over at Les Mis. I do not know if I will accomplish it though, as it seems a rather frightening task thus far.
(Great visualization of the Obsidian city.)
I don't know why you think you sound retarded. I certainly don't think you sound that way.
That said, I'm going to try to plow through the exercise and see how far I can get. I'd like to make it all the way through, for the sense of accomplishment.
I would be honored if you did read through the whole blog, but please don't feel you NEED to. If you enjoy it (I hope you do) do it, if not, please don't sour yourself on my writing by trying to take on too much.
Why "frightening?" Is it that bad?
In regards to reading stuff on your blog:
I'm at the point in life when if I am going to do something, read something or write something, hopefully it will be something new and at least remotely interesting. So when I said "frightening task", it was intended in a good way, akin to walking into a wacky scientist's lab. Who knows, I could be wrong.
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