Brainstorming approach
Oct. 9th, 2002 09:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pegkerrWhile I was driving the girls home today, we were listening to my recording of the BBC production of The Lord of the Rings, at the chapter "The Mirror of Galadriel" and it suddenly occurred to me, hey, what would my protagonist see if she looked in the Mirror of Galadriel? ". . . it shows things that were, and things that are, and things that yet may be." Here's what she sees:
Jack is building a two foot snowman in the moonlight. It will protect Solveig as she sleeps.
Jack breathes on a window and passes his hand over it and crystalline frost pictures bloom, like fantastic silhouettes of scalloped lacy white: a pair of skaters, a boy throwing snowballs, geese flying. Ingrid's eyes widen with wonder as she watches.
Agnes sits at the kitchen table of her townhouse with Solveig across from her. As she stirs her coffee, Agnes says carefully, "I've never blamed you, you know, Solveig. You mustn't blame yourself."
Ingrid takes a piece of paper from Solveig's hand and bends down to open the Little Guy's door and put the piece of paper in.
Ingrid shrinks back as the door of the ice fishing shack opens. Her face is tearstained and her hands are tied behind her back.
Solveig explodes with rage and strikes a bowl on the kitchen counter. It shatters against the wall. Ingrid's eyes well up with tears, and she sits rigidly at her little child-sized table in the corner of the kitchen, afraid, trying to make herself small, but does not speak.
Solveig and Jack are skating. He spins her into a turn. She clutches on to him, afraid she'll fall, but both are laughing.
Interesting. Well, if I write a bit more, perhaps I'll find out what those visions mean.
Hmm. Wonder what she'd see if she looked in the Mirror of Erised? Must think on that more. . .
Peg
Jack is building a two foot snowman in the moonlight. It will protect Solveig as she sleeps.
Jack breathes on a window and passes his hand over it and crystalline frost pictures bloom, like fantastic silhouettes of scalloped lacy white: a pair of skaters, a boy throwing snowballs, geese flying. Ingrid's eyes widen with wonder as she watches.
Agnes sits at the kitchen table of her townhouse with Solveig across from her. As she stirs her coffee, Agnes says carefully, "I've never blamed you, you know, Solveig. You mustn't blame yourself."
Ingrid takes a piece of paper from Solveig's hand and bends down to open the Little Guy's door and put the piece of paper in.
Ingrid shrinks back as the door of the ice fishing shack opens. Her face is tearstained and her hands are tied behind her back.
Solveig explodes with rage and strikes a bowl on the kitchen counter. It shatters against the wall. Ingrid's eyes well up with tears, and she sits rigidly at her little child-sized table in the corner of the kitchen, afraid, trying to make herself small, but does not speak.
Solveig and Jack are skating. He spins her into a turn. She clutches on to him, afraid she'll fall, but both are laughing.
Interesting. Well, if I write a bit more, perhaps I'll find out what those visions mean.
Hmm. Wonder what she'd see if she looked in the Mirror of Erised? Must think on that more. . .
Peg
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Date: 2002-10-09 09:10 pm (UTC)K. [Go you]
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Date: 2002-10-10 10:40 am (UTC)Sounds like you're doing a good job of building your framework of major concepts. :)