We are going to have a free short story for you on Friday, as an early Halloween present. It’s not connected to any of our existing worlds, and it’s a bit old, but it is suitably scary.
We have gotten so many comments concerned about the results of the dress dying. How ever will Maggie go to the jodurar? Hehehehe!
The book is at 108K, and it refuses to end. I was going to write something smart here, but I had walked away to make a steak quesadilla for Gordon for lunch and now I don’t remember what I was going to say.
At least the quesadilla is yummy. Yay, panini press. That, the rice maker, and the air fryer are the hardest working appliances in our kitchen. Well, since it’s fall, the mixer is going to join the pack.
The problem with writing about our daily life is that we are very boring. That’s why we are good at making up exciting adventures. I was talking to a friend today, and she is working on this new book that I’m deliriously excited about, because it’s a paranormal, but it sidesteps a lot of the established tropes and creatures. It has that addictive quality good paranormals do, because there is this whole world under the surface of ours and you get a secret glimpse of it. Love it to pieces.
I asked her why she was writing it, and she said, “Because I thought of an idea and it won’t let go.”
That’s exactly how it is. You think of an idea, and it grips you, and then you have to fight yourself free by writing it down.
Currently I’m failing in this fight. I am crawling to the end of this book because I am emotionally and creatively exhausted. In the beginning of the book, it’s so easy and fast, and by the end of it, I turn into a burlak.
It’s terrible because I’m still really excited by the idea but the brain is tired and so 1,000 words takes twice as long.
With that, I’m going to go and work on the mage fight. Fireworks. Magic. Sensawunda! Oooo!
Hopefully I can push past my current vocabulary equivalent of a 4 year old for this scene. Onward.