I think, so far, this is my favourite Lucinda memory (the one at the end of this section). Moments like that are why I want to be a writer. Oh, the big set pieces, those are great, action and adventure and what not, but the image in my head of Charlotte sitting on the ground, remembering Lucinda and whispering along to her childhood self—those “small” moments mean so much more to me. Everything else is just context to make those, so it’s really exciting to have one in this section and feel like I pulled it off.
As you’ll see in the notes, we had conversations about the concept of “chaos” as it pertains to what’s going on here. I started writing with one idea in mind, and never felt quite comfortable with it (i.e. I didn’t quite capture what I was going for properly); James, on the other hand, had a different image of chaos entirely. In rewrites we’ll find something in-between, and that’s the place Charlotte will run through in search of a symbol. Continue reading “CC.010–012.L.2 | Chaos at the Summit”