Tiger, tiger burning bright . . .

May 02, 2006

Today I did weretigers in a big way on paper for the first time. I was digging out all my books on big cats. BIG CATS, KINGDOM OF MIGHT and WILD CATS OF THE WORLD. I have one other book that has better scientific knowledge, but only black and white photos, and few of those. Today I needed color photos of tigers, these two books have them. But I needed more, and what did I find in my stack of clipped pictures from magazines, photo books, and calendars? A tiger calendar, never opened from 2001. Why did I buy a tiger calendar years ago when I wasn’t planning on doing tigers? No idea. But I’ve learned over the years that if I have a real desire to buy something research like that makes no sense to me, to just buy it. Because, one; it won’t be there later when you need it. Two, because I usually need that book, or picture at the oddest times, but when the need hits it’s the difference between looking something up and making my page count for the day, or having to run out to the book store, library, etc . . . Running out for a quick research trip is never quick. The page count is usually screwed for the day.
How did my subconscious know that I’d need a tiger calendar, when I was five years away from needing it? I don’t know, but I’ve spent years listening to that part of my mind that most people don’t even know is there. Sort of like lifting weights, the more you do it the more you can lift. Well, the more I listen to that quiet voice, the more it talks to me. So I had pictures of tigers today when I needed them. I got fourteen pages done. Very cool. I’m finally done looking at police files, and talking about the actual crime. I still haven’t had that dinner break with Nathaniel and Jason, but they’re coming on stage soon. Not only do they have a purpose to the plot, but the whole weretiger thing would be a disaster without them. Or potentially disastrous. So it all seems to work together nicely. Again, keeping them off stage this long, over fifty pages in, was the right choice, even though it didn’t feel like it was at the time. Too tired to post this tonight, I’ll reread it tomorrow with fresher eyes.