I’ve been reading a YA novel today, from internship, and it helped me solve a small but vital part of the book.
Astral projection, ladies and….ladies.
Quoi? You ask.
It’s basically a form of an outer body experience. (As Eva says, she is having the MOTHER of all outer body experiences). According to wikipedia: The idea of astral travel is rooted in common worldwide religious accounts of the afterlife in which the consciousness’ or soul’s journey or “ascent” is described in such terms as “an…out-of body experience, wherein the spiritual traveller leaves the physical body and travels in his/her subtle body (or dreambody or astral body) into ‘higher’ realms.” It is therefore associated with near death experiences and is also frequently reported as spontaneously experienced in association with sleep and dreams, illness, surgical operations, drug experiences, sleep paralysis and forms of meditation.
That, along with some quick Googling and finding the Department of Perceptual Studies at the University of
Virginia, is giving me the paranormal explanations. But I wasn’t sure if there was an existing paranormal
concept that could explain Eva’s predicament.
Voila, astral projection.
Of course, it’s all sort of linked in (in Eva’s case) with her long connection to Brixton…and possibly her dead mother…
But this means that I wrote in new dialogue and a scene mentioning astral projection, so I suppose work on the
Hopefully Better Third Draft has begun.
I’m looking forward to receiving my Keats and my Georgette Heyer from Amazon.com. Heyer basically began
the Regency genre of the romance novel and I found a copy of her An Infamous Army
(which is about Waterloo) for $2.
And Keats? Yeah, I’m not exactly Poetry Chick, but I recently watched Bright Star (amazing!), which is about
John Keats, his fiancee Fanny Brawne, based on his many many letters. I’m a sucker for historical-romantic-
tragedy with a side of literary and melancholy. If my Brit Lit prof had told me that whole story, then maybe I
would’ve shown more interest in the Romantic poets. Just sayin’.