1) Muse’s directive: Invent an opposite. What is the opposite of a kiss? What is the opposite of green? What is the opposite of a train?…Use both the thing and its opposite in a story…”
The opposite of love is not hate. In fact, the more I deal in the realm of romance, the more I realize that those two entities are just two sides of the same coin. The true opposite of love is indifference.
Love and hate both consume your energy, dogging your thoughts constantly. When you love someone, you want to see them everywhere. When you hate someone, you dread seeing them anywhere. When you love someone, your spirit feels called to be the best of itself so you try to do what’s right. When you hate someone you feel drawn toward resentment, displaying the best of yourself in the cleverest, most vengeful schemes. Both love and hate keep you focussed on the object of the emotion.
Indifference however draws nothing from your energy. You may not even realize the person’s existence enough for the verb that describes your actions to be “neglect”.
I guess that’s why I feel moved to love, and only love, in the thousands of possible ways a girl can. Hate is an all-consuming negative. In hate I do not recognize myself. Likewise, wIth indifference, I truly wrong the people I interface with, thus I am faced with a version of me that is alien and repugnant.
There is only one option for me–to love.
The existence of choice is a fallacy.
And the results are agonizing. Love calls for you to be truly vulnerable and accepting of the possibilities. Sometimes you find yourself watching imminent disaster crest on the horizon, and your only option is to endure. Often, you find yourself clinging desperately in these struggles to the knowledge that at least you are being true to yourself. At least you are you. Everything else is being ripped away in the tempest of disillusionment, but there she is.
At least she can say she is she.
2) My current word count for my novel is: 24,178 / 30,000.
3) Muse’s next directive: “A character arrives at work to find her chair missing. What happened to it?”