Heroes have been at the surface of the pit quite a bit of late, mostly as ideas roll around there for how to proceed with the stories which so want to be written, continued with, taken off hold, put back into motion. And it’s not just that, Joseph Campbell is available on Netflix now, great stuff, I’ve seen it before but started watching again last week, if you’ve not seen it, check it out.
Joe’s wheezing still reminds me of my Dad. Bill Moyers has aged pretty well.
But also there have been Facebook threads, that which mostly passes for conversation in my life, and I’d made the comment that I’m heroine of my own epics, and indeed, those stories which so want to be written, continued with, taken off hold, put back in motion, are epic, mostly fictional, rife with archetypes, but some are clearly autobiographical characters mused right out of the non-void, and they’ll be told, they’re coming, the stories, or at least I hope they are, and a very big part of that is recognizing that those stories are also rife with heroes not me.
One hero who shows up bigly in both has been sitting with me for days now.
To continue with Channel Surfing, I’ve got to address the death of the Cosmic Science Guy, because he’s still part of it, and man, as I finish with where I am in that story and make the changes that need to be made to continue onward from the place of oblivious good spirits I occupied when I stopped writing to the utter grief and despair (yeah, been there a time or two) that’s come in between, well, I’m not quite sure I want to go down that dark path just now.
The world really has shifted quite a bit in recent years, personally and globally.
But the other story, Tante’s story, well, when it comes down to it, Cosmic Science Guy was always intended to be one of the big heroes of that story. Each character is based on a person, or at least most are. That I wrote his “death” (but really not) into it so that he could save the day in the end, unaware (still, I’ve not looked, can’t look at the timing) that his time left here was very short, even if I knew it was not long, well, that was part of the utter grief and despair, and it pretty much freaked me out a bit, in all sorts of ways for all kinds of perhaps legitimate and perhaps not legitimate reasons.
Water is messy.
I’ve written for my internal self the option for the true story of CSG and that real past which is most comfortable to live with and hold it, unless and until someone changes it for me.
Cosmic Science Guy would like being one of the big heroes, I’m pretty sure. That his heroism will show up in the way that it does (and which has always been the intent) is totally ironic, particularly given rejection of that particular hypothesis in the Channel Surfing story. But not really, both stories developed at the same time, and CSG influenced both.
Tante will be Tante, ever confused, often amused. CSG continues to amuse.