I’m having a bouncing-around kind of period for my writing right now. Until I dive into NaNoWriMo, I’m working more casually on a number of smaller projects. One of these is my short stories for a planned anthology, in which characters magically enter books. I wrote about my plans to send a character into Leroux’s Phantom of the Opera before. I wrote roughly the first ten pages some months ago, moved on to other projects, and now have circled back to write a bit more. Because obviously the weeks before NaNoWriMo should be spent writing!
Michelle has been at the Opera overnight, and in the morning is ready to hunt for the Phantom. She just isn’t sure exactly how to go about that.
I thought about trying to find a way below the Opera—if I descended enough stairs, would I find the underground passages the Phantom had led Christine through? Could I eventually find my way to the Phantom’s rooms?
Somehow I doubted it. After all, it couldn’t be that easy, or the Opera Company would have found the Phantom long ago. Unless that was authorial suspension of disbelief. Maybe Leroux’s story just wasn’t that plausible.
Yeah. It was weird being in a book.