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lauraanne_gilmanI am very glad that my felines take such comfort in my company that they not only follow me from room to room, but enjoy curling up next to me whenever I sit down. I really do wish they'd learn to leave room for my arms and elbows to move while I'm typing, though.
Despite feline "assistance," my daily quota for TPEMB has been nailed to the wall, and I'm quite pleased with the way that chapter is coming out. It's always fun to see a character who wasn't in the outline suddenly come to life like Athena full-born, and stride onto the stage to do what must be done. Also, introduction of religion into the politics! Always fun for laffs and some bloodshed, non?
This book is far too much fun [so far, she said with a note of Experience]. As much as I love the Retrievers books [and I do, I really do], they are tight-reined and restricted by genre [and reader, and publisher] expectations. This one, I get to let the big dog off the leash. Especially with the language. Those of you who have read my short fiction know that I have a tendency to wallow in words. Not the number of them [I am concise in all but my LJ posts], but the taste and texture and stink of them. As my first reader commented, "this is very different" (from previous novels)
The Wise Lady felt her back stiffen as her father spoke. She had not known of these events. A foul wind might be coincidence, as her brother said. A strange rain, a disastrous rot, a plague of pests, each might be bad luck or a poor season. Together, all in one year, that she did not trust.
And now, suddenly, I am craving Chinese food. I am blaming Tony Bourdain and his kvelling over soup dumplings. Mmmm, soup dumplings.... Time for second breakfast!
Despite feline "assistance," my daily quota for TPEMB has been nailed to the wall, and I'm quite pleased with the way that chapter is coming out. It's always fun to see a character who wasn't in the outline suddenly come to life like Athena full-born, and stride onto the stage to do what must be done. Also, introduction of religion into the politics! Always fun for laffs and some bloodshed, non?
This book is far too much fun [so far, she said with a note of Experience]. As much as I love the Retrievers books [and I do, I really do], they are tight-reined and restricted by genre [and reader, and publisher] expectations. This one, I get to let the big dog off the leash. Especially with the language. Those of you who have read my short fiction know that I have a tendency to wallow in words. Not the number of them [I am concise in all but my LJ posts], but the taste and texture and stink of them. As my first reader commented, "this is very different" (from previous novels)
The Wise Lady felt her back stiffen as her father spoke. She had not known of these events. A foul wind might be coincidence, as her brother said. A strange rain, a disastrous rot, a plague of pests, each might be bad luck or a poor season. Together, all in one year, that she did not trust.
And now, suddenly, I am craving Chinese food. I am blaming Tony Bourdain and his kvelling over soup dumplings. Mmmm, soup dumplings.... Time for second breakfast!
