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Date Posted: 16:49:57 04/14/10 Wed
Author: celtgirl ()
Subject: At first Marilyn, I really didn't know how he fit or even why he had shown up, but then I wrote something one day and it became clear who he was and just why Jamie was writing about him, there's a snippet inside for anyone who wants to know how the Crooked Man fits into the story>>>
In reply to: Mahri 's message, "Oh that's lovely girl and sort of chilling. What the heck is that man into/up to in this book? Cottage smells and feels great :-)" on 16:09:57 04/14/10 Wed

Here's a bit of that:

copyright 2010 Cindy Brandner

He had not thought of the Crooked Man in a long time. He had not missed him, either. The Crooked Man had started out as a dream when he was small, not necessarily a nightmare, but disturbing enough that he would often awaken sweaty and panic-stricken from dreams of him. Writing the tales of the Crooked Man in his teens had been a way to purge him out of his system, which had seemed a good plan to begin with, but hadn’t had the desired result. Because the words had given the dream image another dimension, so that often when he had been working away on the tales, he felt the hair on his neck slowly rising, and his pulse speeding up, and he would be certain for a moment or two that he had somehow, with pen and paper, summoned him out of the ether of imagination into the real world. And that if he were to turn around, the man would be standing there in the hat that hid his face, and the worn green coat, with the leather satchel slung across his chest. In the way that Jack Stuart would, later in his life, the Crooked Man became another part of his inner landscape, a separate persona, that he could put on and off, though not always at will.

In ways that he could never explain, even to himself, the Crooked Man had travelled into the darkest parts of his psyche, so that when he had his depressive episodes, there was always a chilling sense that the Crooked Man knew before he even did, what was coming, could smell the abyss, before Jamie realized he was walking the path toward it. In his lighter moments, he knew it to be nonsense, a disturbing dream that he had turned into a dark fairytale. In his black moments, though, the character felt like an entity, someone that might be touched, might have his own desires and agenda and reasons for doing things. Sometimes, the whole idea merely made him feel that he was marginally insane.

Last edited by author: Wed April 14, 2010 16:56:29   Edited 2 times.

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