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Me and George R.R. Martin

I finished reading Book 3 of A Song of Fire and Ice last night, "A Storm of Swords". The book became very dense by the middle. Some tough reading. Then some more main characters are killed and the pace picked up. The final four chapters were uplifting in the sense that some characters you're cheering for finally win. 

George R.R. Martin can kill main characters because there are so many of them. There are also many minor and secondary characters yet they're rich characters, with unique voices, appearances and histories. What's so marvelous, too, is how the same historic incident is told and remembered from different points of view, fueling war, revenge and claims as no event is are remembered as the same. It's much like a government claims to fight a war because a country harbors terrorists while the terrorists claim they're freedom fighters asserting their rights. Each side remembers their bests while asserting they were doing what needed to be done and pretend they didn't do any atrocities, only the other side did atrocities. But as part of this, several main characters share their complex inner dialogue. Some display their naivity and innocence and some demonstrate single-mindedness. Others show awareness of their histories ironies and the nature of the cycle of war and destruction being wrought. 

Picked up the fourth book today, "A Feast of Crows". Figured I should try to read it while I remember all the characters, plots, developments and story lines. On a whim, I went to Medford's Village Books and found a copy used there. It's a surprise. The owner and I talk about the rarity of used copies of this series. The owner is a fun chat, knowledgable about books and authors and willing to talk about them. I mention a favorite Martin story to him, "Sandkings". He hasn't heard of it. I'm not surprised. So many fantasy fans and Martin fans don't know this story, even though it won awards and was made into an episode of "The Outer Limits".

Back home after shopping, I read Book 4's prologue, then headed to The Beanery for coffee and writing and try to remember what I wrote in my head this morning. When I write in my head, though, it's exciting and immediate. It's life. These words on paper are so often like dust.

Which makes me think of a short story to write, "Reality Kings". I can see it whole and complete in my head. 

I just need to help it find paper.

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I can see it whole and complete in my head.            I just need to help it find paper.

Oh,  like that. It's rather like capturing a bird. Putting it in a cage so it will sing for you.

I have always felt that when the idea comes, write it NOW. You may not remember later. The bird may flit away never to be seen again.

And yet, when it's on paper, it may not have as much life as the picture in your head.

Ah, the hardships of the writing life. 

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Exactly, Dolores

Like a capturing a bird or memorizing a rainbow and then trying to describe it with words other than colors and shapes.

Thanks for reading and commenting. Cheers