Uppdatering samt glädjeskrik

Med anledning av ett intressant inlägg av Cool like Plastic kände jag mig inspirerad att åter ta upp det svåra ämnet om att hitta karaktärens röst. Kika gärna in på min andra blogg och ta del av diskussionen (eller snarare monologen, som det är just nu).

Edited to add: woo-hoo!! Över 125000-ordsstrecket idag!! Notera att stapeln bytt färg. Förut var det BROOOOOOONS. Nu är det SIIIIIIIIIILVER. När jag når 90%... Ja, då går jag för GUUUUUUUUUULD. Det här måste firas. Det här var det sista jag skrev för kvällen. Notera: det var det jag skrev när strecket tangerades (vilket sätt att fira på, va? Men det var det enda jag kunde hitta på)(och notera också att det är ett allra första utkast, som behöver en del redigering innan det är riktigt bra):

When Sebastian and Charles had been young – mere boys – they’d run along the shores. They’d bathed and played, whilst their mother or nursemaid had arranged for picnics further up on the grassy banks. Sometimes, they’d built fortresses of sand and stone, and as kings of one kingdom each, had fought eachother, endlessly, without ever growing tired of the game.

So much had changed. Their kingdom had long since been seized and occupied, the muddy sand that had once been readily stamped by the imprint of children’s feet, was now only trampled by nesting ducks and swans, and the laughter that had used to echo over still waters, was replaced by the occasional solemn quacking of ducks and splashes from fishes’ fins, as they would break the surface, snapping at flies that came to close to it. However, this evening the quacking from the ducks was far from solemn.
As Sebastian made it down the steep banks, the swans that had been resting in the reed stretched their necks and warned him with sharp, annoyed noises, whilst flapping their wings like white, shimmering ghosts in the dusk. He dismounted to continue by foot – not only to spare the agigated animals, but because he didn’t want the girl, if she was there and heard him coming, to do anything precipitated. Stopped on the brink, so close to the water it kissed his feet. From there he could see nothing that was either strange or out of place. Still banks, a streak of shimmering crimson red and startling turquoise, where the sky reflected in the surface, and silently whispering reed.
A duck racing toward the water broke the stillness momentarily. It had Sebastian jump from surprise, but he didn't feel at all happy to learn what it was that had made the sound. He knew the severity of the situation. How could he not? If he couldn’t see the girl anywhere, it meant that she wasn’t there. And if she wasn’t there, it was either because she’d never gone to the lake, or because she’d already succeeded in doing what she came for. Neither was very comforting.

He was ready to head back up on the banks, when something caught his attention. A small glimpse of something shimmering in gold on the other side of the thin stalks of reed that covered a patch of brink beside him, where the shore made a convex curve only to shrink to a diminutive cove right behind the vegetation. He exhaled, as much of relief as in astonishment. They’d been right. She was there. And she was planning to do exactly what they’d suspected her to do.