Today was difficult because I worked in two different locations today. My morning shift was rather slow so I was able to write out more about the main characters I want to introduce. I feel like today was the day I was least able to follow the routine. I wonder what daily life is like for someone who can make a living off writing and not worry about doing so much. Then again, Joan Didion wrote about the world and experienced things differently from the people around her as well. That was something she wrote about more than a few times.
In the late afternoon, I was able to write a little more before going to work again. After I came home I went over what I wrote and typed it up into a word document. Tomorrow I plan to write more and rearrange afterward. The more I write, the more I feel like different portions of the story and the characters reveal themselves to me.
Here is today’s progress:
Parsley lived in Fortress Chives, the center fortress of Rabbit country. He had many relatives like all rabbits, but in his home, he lived with his sister, Daisy. Daisy held a post in the High Council’s office. She was an archivist for all their historical documents.
Parsley wondered how far she would get in her life given how reluctant to work she always seemed to be. Daisy had always been far cleverer than he gave he credit for. In school she had good grades but was never competitive. She ranked fifth in her class and always claimed she only wanted to do just enough because the idea that the economy wouldn’t collapse under the weight of overpopulation was stupid and she did not want to do more than she knew she would be compensated for. The archivist position paid well and was not much work. Although for someone like Daisy who hated reading, it was annoying.
Parsley was much more enthusiastic about his academic pursuits. He ended up as a professor of Rabbit history and mythology. He always wondered if he would have been a member of the council in a past life when magic ran unrestrained through the luscious, green forests surrounding then and rabbits could feel the influence of the great rabbit deity, Leporidae, sparking through the air. Maybe that spark would inspire Daisy to do something she felt passionate about if it still existed today.
In this lifetime, Parsley was just a humble educator. He dreamed of laying his eyes on secret archived documents. He wanted to know why Leporidae left then or, if they didn’t, what secrets of Leporidae’s that the council is keeping. Leporidae doesn’t whisper to regular rabbits anymore. “Regular” makes it seem as though the council is somehow mystical or maybe even immortal. It’s likely they are. The council has been the same rabbits since the twentieth generation of rabbits. Parsley had studied it many times and wrote articles about it in his youth. Back then his parents were still alive then and at first were proud of his first adult job with the local newspaper. They were devastated when he was arrested and was offered a deal to return home if he wrote that they were blessed by Leporidae. After his parents begged him to do so, Parsley relented. His world was shaken. It was years before he realized the Council wasn’t upset with his theories or articles. They just wanted to strengthen the perception if their bond to the great deity.