Progress

I’m making steady progress on THE SPIRIT-WEAVER; I haven’t posted much about the actual writing, but I’m at around 70,000 words now, out of a probable 150-160,000.  I’m also nearing the spot where the 1996 draft of the book breaks off; which means I’ll be writing completely from notes from then on. Part of the reason behind my fast progress has been that first draft; I’ve been retaining about 25% of the old text (slightly revised) and another 25% or so very heavily reworked.

I’m now writing an extended chase sequence which is present in the 96 version, but the current scene is a new one.  It takes place on an island formed by rivers in what is now western New York state, called in legend the Place of Nameless Fear, or the Isle of Ghosts.  The island was the site of several battles between the natives of the area and the Wandmen, during the Wandman conquests several centuries ago; the Wandmen attacked the villages there in vengeance for the burning of some towns of theirs to the south (by another tribe), and after the battle slaughtered those who survived.  No one was allowed to escape.  Since then, the Isle has become, if not haunted, certainly very strange; there are no ghosts there, but as White Thunder says: “The agony of those people [the massacred natives] has become one with the Earth in that place; no one passes over it without feeling something of what they felt in their last days.”  Something is an understatement; out of nowhere, fear, paranoia and rage steadily grip the party members as they cross they island, in search of a hunter and trapper who’s stolen the Spirit-Weaver.  It builds until some of the party flee in panic, while others point their rifles at one another. I’m basing the Isle and its psychological effects a bizarre experience of mine at a Revolutionary War battleground in New York some years ago; though the Isle of Ghosts has a far more profound effect.  The whole chase sequence ends a bit later at Daszeria’s version of Niagara Falls; and, yes, as is almost required, someone goes over the falls.

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