extra candle tonight
Well, that’s disturbing. The notes I’d left for myself between scenes have led in a completely different direction. I think it’s going to work and will add some depth to the main character who I suspected I’d lost track of due to falling for the auxillary ones. But ummmm. There’s now a fey who’s being coy about giving me his name. I think he can be trusted, otherwise. May the weirdness continue…
Illume, word count = 26 322 & not done for today.
flaming heart
It’s official: Genetta Blaise is my new favourite character. I don’t know if she’s blonde but she’s a lot like Holly H Kincaid, except shorter, older and far more chic… wears pearls with her combat boots and drinks Brandy Alexanders. Hmm, must be a resemblance of spirit. She has this lovely line -
“Yoghurt in the fridge is all well and good, but when it comes to commitment nothing says it better than laundry-day knickers left lying around.”
Ah, Gen.
And look! I owe me a new book for reaching the 25 000 mark. Ahead of schedule, too. Wonder if the sale is still on at the bookshop with the loyalty program?
Illume, word count = 25 177
Cape-twirling
As of late last night, I think I know who the villain is. Surprise! That’s the way it happened in Spite, too, the villain volunteered and then I had to figure out why/access/how etc… and they have to be introduced early, even just in passing, otherwise crime-writing is cheating. I think that’s a Golden Era golden rule. So okay, today is for figuring out links and opportunites, and for closing in on the 25 000 mark.
Illume, word count = 21 383
votive candles
I recognise and like this phase of novel writing: it’s the part when the daily word count (NaNoWriMo based) blur past, the enthusiasm level is up, the random scenes are not so random anymore, and the rest of the world… pfft. Shut it out. The obsessive stage is just around the corner. That’s when I’ll stop reading and probably won’t go further than the supermarket/market for a couple of weeks.
toasted, please
Doing well with the daily wordcount until I distracted myself with food. While staking out the florist from the cover of a cafe, they have to eat something and Horatio’s drinking beer so it needs to be something a bit crispy… ah! Grilled cheese on garlic-rubbed baguette. There’s a hint of rosemary too, maybe rosemary-infused oil brushed on the bread before being placed on the griddle.
Mmmmm.
Illume, word count = 17 252
lighting up
It’s always interesting to identify what sparks a project. The bones of this one have been lying around waiting for tendon and flesh for months now, ever since I realised I could recycle two short stories into a novel … thus Illume arrived, though if challenged to name it in public I will refuse unless bribed with bubbly as my accent is non-existent. But scribbling in the middle of the night hasn’t happened for a while. Other projects snuck in, the work thing encouraged a zombie-like state, the general gloom of winter… yes, I can spin a fine excuse. Then I read a paranormal-investigator novel, didn’t like it, and the Paris-project revived.
I’d forgotten about the rat-pigeon hybrids. I think they deserve a bigger role…
Illume, word count = 13 156
shocking
A suucessful raid on the library – though it took from A to L to find the first book, more followed until I ran out of arm room. That equals 11, plus Angel’s Blood which I bought once I noticed the 20% off all fiction at one of my favourite bookshops (they have a loyalty program) and the 2 others purchased on someone’s else’s behalf. I got historical, I got one of the latest Eve Dallas, a Dark Hunter (can’t actually justify buying them anymore), a slew of male-authored paranormal detective, and… an always glorious Elizabeth Peters – The Laughter of Dead Kings. Vicky Bliss! Sir John! Egypt! Links to the Emersons! General effervesence and joie de vivre! And after a hiatus of a decade+ since the last adventure, the return is much appreciated, as the ! betray.
Now. Trouble is, that stack of books calls to me more than chocolate. Or baklava, turkish delight, spinach pita … all of which would go well. And sadly, the glee is drowning out the possible guilt over ignoring poor ghosthunting Andy for a little longer.
It isn’t every day my haul of books is so large.
wolfing
To whomever ensures “wolf demon” regularly features in this site’s top searches: Very well… I can take a hint. Introducing Remittance Advice, and an all-girl pack of demonic wolfy types playing ransom games with Zac Kincaid from the Rogue Mapping series. Awww, I can almost feel sorry for them.
