Monday, November 9, 2009


The project is spiraling out of control, like Alice growing inside the white rabbit's cottage until her arms and legs crash out through the windows and her huge eyes blink from beneath the thatched roof.

Sometimes a script takes on a life of its own, decides it's going to be much larger than originally planned. What was supposed to be a light-hearted, Victorian adventure has now become one of the more ambitious projects I've invented. Life. Death. Friendship. Love. Adventure. Mathematics.

Yes, mathematics. I hate math (as does much of the population, I think), which means I would normally shy away from it as a plot device. But for some reason, it works.

I'm fifty pages deep. While reading through my notes, I realized that this idea was born years ago, and was merely waiting until I was brave (or foolish) enough to take it on.

I don't yet know how my Alice will grow. Exponentially, I imagine.


Jenni said...

Good luck. I hate math too.

Who is this Writer? said...

When I'm done the world will fall in love with mathematics all over again.