Then the examiner would create the standard Y-incision, open up the chest cavity and examine the heart, which would be enlarged, and lungs, and then start removing organs, weighing them and taking samples. Then the examiner would make notes on the bruises on the body's shoulders and forearms, measuring them and possibly determining that they were from two individuals, if this is possible. Petechial hemorrhaging would be present and noted.
DROWNING IN QUICKSAND SKIN
Then the body would be rinsed to observe marks on the skin (though I don't know how this would occur possibly just running clean water over the body? Wiping the body with a wet washcloth?). This would also be the time to take samples from under the fingernails, which would be broken, indicating struggle. The story will save you.My assumptions are that the forensic pathologist I have performing the autopsy would document the quicksand all over the body, taking samples. When you step into the quicksand, you must remember to be still and let yourself float. We might not appreciate the stories we’ve been given to tell. If everything came too easily, we wouldn’t appreciate it when we step back to realize that we’ve created something from nothing. Yet maybe that is what helps to humble artists. I wish that this part of the process wasn’t such a struggle sometimes, that is wasn’t like labor: pain, suffering, over, miracle in your arms. In fact, this scene is telling me larger sections of the story as a whole. I will admit that I’m only realizing how I need to go back and tweak that scene as I’m reflecting on it, but it will work out nicely. So bleeding obvious! Especially since in fixing another transition, I had mentioned something that will end up being some foreshadowing for this scene. I swear I could have slapped my head at that moment too. It was something that in two days of wrangling I had not thought about at all. Like a shiny gem, unexpected and beautiful. Remember, my time for drafts and failures is over for this book.
DROWNING IN QUICKSAND FREE
Worse, I was thrashing about trying to free myself because I didn’t know how I would succeed. It started to pull me into the story like quicksand. I edited the story, the part that I had dictated out. I had the one thing that had been suggested in book 1 and I had the unexpected, both in the same scene. I don’t have to (or want to) know the whole path, but I honestly had written myself into a corner.
It’s hard when you don’t know where to begin or where you’re going. So, finally, I was down to my last option: I had to just work on the damn story. The boys and I had been planning on going to see Black Panther then next day, so I’m sure Marvel movies were somewhere in my thoughts. That was unexpected and I certainly didn’t get my answer. (Yeah, mark that down as an epic fail, even with Robert Downey Jr. I tried to program myself to dream about it instead I had a dream about Robert Downey Jr. I have barely three weeks to get this story together! I can’t have a section where I don’t know what’s going to happen. I’d been seeing visions of it in my head for a couple weeks, I just didn’t know where it would happen and I certainly didn’t expect it to be during this one scene. One character had just expanded up on it, blowing my plans out of the water. So when I reflected on my writing process this weekend, I realized that it really was a lot like falling into quicksand.įor two days, I fretted and worried over what I was going to do. Ever! However, I also know that things found in the physical world often replicate things in the world of the interior self. That’s certainly not something I want to test out. If you can remain calm, you will actually float. I’ve heard it said, though never *thankfully* experienced, that if you fall into quicksand, you are not supposed to struggle for that makes you sink faster. Drowning in quicksand.Īnd yet you have to trust the process. Today I talk about how writing is like drowning in quicksand.
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