snicker
… because it’s raining on Grand Final day, and I found the Blue song in the Pandora’s playlist… trust those fool psychics to tune in to the da ba dee line. Hmm, don’t think I can trust the expected outcome of the secondary romance this time round. Probably the difference is Blake and Stella share A Past. After realising that nothing says I still love you like preventing assassination but a bunch of flowers would be nicer, is there enough to build a future?
Trousseau, word count = 36 068
just ducky
Fallen off the wordcount lately as the real world intruded, but in the process I figured out how to include a bath scene. After Welcome, Heel & Rue, it definitely counts as a signature. Hmmm… how to make it different? Tap, tap, tap of the nails on the desk… aha! And if I link this with that and sprinkle liberally with truth, I can reduce the randomness of the image… although I do love the bath at the airfield in The Mummy Returns, and that has to rate highly for randomness.
Trousseau, word count = 31 685 (ahem, well… okay)
leaky boats and berry tiramisu
The charm is wearing off. Novel is starting to feel like work, and oh lookie, books… mmmm, I’ve never been good at resisting print temptation. But I do see the point of this project in relation to the overall main character development, as well as the pretty frills like berry tiramisu. Is it odd that the heros cook? Or simply a sign identifying the hero? And one of my other signature scenes seems to have vanished – no bath scenes in this one.
Trousseau, word count = 25 080
stuff becomes her
Watching TV last night – Sunday is a rare TV night simply for the fact that lately there’s something worth watching – and there was a mention of Carl someone’s quote: We’re made of star stuff. Carl Sagan, Google tells me. All the atoms that we are were cooked up in the cosmos, in the explosion of stars… calcium in bones, iron in red blood, nitrogen in hair, carbon, the oxygen we breathe. All that stuff is then subjected to ultraviolet light from the sun, and lightning, and eventually mutates into life.
Fascinating, romantic, intricate. And I thought, drat!, that is so Milady Web but she’s not in the current book. She would be a little closer to her origins.
Trousseau word count = 20 038
how do you do
Why don’t villains stay villains? This one had such potential but then he turned cute and funny and treacherous … so I liked him (think of Mort in Madagascar when the lemurs meet in the plane). Then he had the nerve to mess up the scene sequence. Maybe I can kill him a little bit.
Trousseau, word count = 16 695
unpacking
According to the rampaging Random One, Pandora’s Edge is on the east coast of Scotland … nice to know as, yes, I’m tangling my fingers in plot points for the fourth book. It’s good to write short stories because you can sell them as such, then go hmmm… if I add this and this and this fragment, oh, that’s the spine of a novel. Finding the flesh to hang on the bones is a shiny shiny prospect at the moment. Flatness will probably sneak up soon but until then I’ll keep listening to the other project playlist and seeing what the Edge dwellers are up to now… there was something about a missing island?
Trousseau, word count = 12 323
impenitent impedimenta
Why can’t I resist linking projects? The IMPs of Improbability Theory have slid themselves into the Morningside universe of arcane objects requiring retrieval and significant lyricism. Okay, not fair: that describes most of my worlds. What makes this one significantly different? I’m not sure yet but Isolde, Arty, Merle and the rest of Blue Team fit there… with a few pineapple explosions. Read the rest of this entry »
