How Self’s Novel Began

A few minutes ago, self went to her previous MacBook Air to transfer old story files (which she should have done years ago, but anyhoo).

There was this fragment called A Myriad Wildernesses. She didn’t recognize the title but, after opening the file, she realized that this was early Camarote de Marinero.

There was no clear historical period, and the only character named is Matias, the young priest. In fact, it’s a very mysterious short story, and reads almost like fable. It begins:

An old servant woman greeted Matias at the door and led him through a tiled foyer. At the far end was a heavy door, next to which were arranged three austere-looking chairs of soot-black wood. The woman did not seem to want to engage in any kind of interaction with him, so he simply followed her and then stared at the chairs while she disappeared somewhere. Matias deliberated before finally selecting the chair furthest away from the door.

This was first draft. How this grew a novel that’s (currently) 408 pages is amazing to self.

It’s told in a really simple, straightforward voice, too, which is in contrast to the subject: Matias is reporting to the Bishop his sighting of an angel (This scene completely disappeared from the novel in its present state. Maybe she can turn it into a standalone short story.)

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