A real deadline. One I have to keep. Mostly cos that's when I put my tax in and the bill usually follows a week later.
Had a weird moment the other day when I was writing a chapter in the Miguel thread, which is a very sort of post apocalypse Lonesome Dove thing. Miguel was investigating a general store in Leona, Texas (you can find it on google earth, go on), with a view to camping there, and resupplying. As I was writing, he began to get a little freaked out by the ghosts of the Disappeared.
It was one of those odd moments when the story takes over and you just run with it. What had been a one line observation by me:
He shivered as he re-entered the shop.
Became something much larger:
He shivered as he re-entered the shop. The remains had not bothered him the night before but now, in the light of day, something like a cold eel slithered up his spine, raising goose flesh on his arms and causing him to shudder with an unspecified sense of dread. He regarded the remains of those taken by the Wave with some trepidation, as though the empty clothes, stiffened and black with the leavings of those who had worn them might suddenly inflate with their spectres and rise from the floor to admonish him, or worse, for living when they had died.
Totally overwritten in raw copy, so I'll have to cut it back. But this 'encounter' with the Diasappeared went on for some time. And that night I dreamed the scene all over again.
Rest assured the Disappeared are not coming back, but for a little while there I had to wonder what would happen if they did.