Free writing about my past life memory with Elf Man which I am structuring into a novel. For now, my novel is tentatively titled "After the battle between Atlantis and Lemuria". Not the cleverest of titles, but it reminds me of the past life memory that I am drawing on to write this story.

I was thinking of writing the story from the female character's point of view, but this is what I am getting in a free write on this topic.

"I can see four parts and this story told in different points of view. But I like her writing it first, and then maybe to get his point of view in, she will find his journals and include the parts of his diary that he left. She will cry a little because he only wrote about what she didn’t know about as if he knew that she would be left alive and recording their lives. She sees a note to this affect and reflects that she knew how much he loved her, but she is always surprised by the depths of his love and what he sacrificed for her. She loved him but she knows deep down she did not love him as deeply as he probably loved her. He writes that she was the joy that he was promised as a boy when he took up the magical arts, a joy that came late in his life and one that he knew would come with a price. A price that he knew he would gladly have paid over and over again. Their years together had been his joy, his only joy, in his dark life."

I was sobbing when I wrote this - past life memories should never hurt this much....

 I updated my description. I moved from SF to Phoenix Arizona.

My intuition told me to move in 2012, but it took me awhile to say goodbye to San Francisco. I finally moved in 2019, and my intuition told me I would know why in a few months.

Then COVID happened, and it seems to have destroyed the city I loved so much. Nothing seems to be same there. The crime is up further, and all the fun free stuff to do does not exist anymore. 

I'm glad I was there when it was a fun place to live. But I am so happier where I am now. Life is slower here, easier, and there are still interesting things to do.

There is great art, great fun experiences, great places to visit, so I'm happy I moved. 

 I can't believe my blog is still around. I sort of half expected Google to get rid of it, but it's still here.

I am still writing. I've written 3 screenplays, only to find out screenplays are not my thing. I loved taking the classes. I love how screenplays are structured and I found a teacher who I resonated with and took several classes from that organization.

But screenplays are hard, too hard for me. I'm not a visual person. I thought I was, but not enough to tell a story as a movie. Learning to write a screenplay was a fun detour, but now I am back to novels and novelas. 

I am working on novela from my past life memory with Elf Man. I wanted to explore that story more. I think it's a novela and not a novel. I am plotting it out like a screenplay, but it will be a novel. 

I will be using the 4 act structure. I really like that past memory, and it will be the opening. A dying woman who is writing down her life story as she is dying. 

So the 4 act / part titles are: 

1. Love is sudden and convenient.

2. The Hunt is on.

3. To be free you need to leave your life behind.

4. Love can overcome everything except for death.

It makes me cry to plot this story,  to think of this past life memory, but maybe this is why I have a hankering to write it down. No one should experience this much sadness from a past life memory. It's like I have a window into that life and it's intersecting with my present life, and my tears are the bridge that keeps this past life portal open.

I will post more at the story progresses.