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I may be writing's bitch, but at least I'm author enough to admit it!
...to paraphrase Spike.
I expect to spend November writing two novels, and various stories of fanfiction. I suspect I'm writing's bitch.
Er.
Anyway. Was considering how best to describe the affect of Die Me Dichotomy on an unsuspecting person, and came up with this, "DMD snatches your heart from your chest, stomps on it until it's pulp, rips the pulp to shreds, glues the shreds together and stuffs it back into your gaping chest. And then it rips your spine out."
Season of Death slams the spine back in, but upside-down. Suns and Lovers pulverises your heart then uses the paste to feed passing goldfish.
Etc, etc.
It's very distracting, having Jeeves and Wooster going in the background.
One of the novels is a rewrite of Ship of Ghosts. I *know* I can do damned better than fucking Bischoff. Hell, my D'Argo won't actually mention the son no one knows about yet...
The other one is up in the air. Either a sequel to last year's (possible, since I came up with a vague hook), a regency romance (I read enough of the damned things), or something else. Not sure what, on the latter.
If nothing else, I'll have practice.
Hrm. I think I'll go sit in front of J&W and edit last year's novel.
I expect to spend November writing two novels, and various stories of fanfiction. I suspect I'm writing's bitch.
Er.
Anyway. Was considering how best to describe the affect of Die Me Dichotomy on an unsuspecting person, and came up with this, "DMD snatches your heart from your chest, stomps on it until it's pulp, rips the pulp to shreds, glues the shreds together and stuffs it back into your gaping chest. And then it rips your spine out."
Season of Death slams the spine back in, but upside-down. Suns and Lovers pulverises your heart then uses the paste to feed passing goldfish.
Etc, etc.
It's very distracting, having Jeeves and Wooster going in the background.
One of the novels is a rewrite of Ship of Ghosts. I *know* I can do damned better than fucking Bischoff. Hell, my D'Argo won't actually mention the son no one knows about yet...
The other one is up in the air. Either a sequel to last year's (possible, since I came up with a vague hook), a regency romance (I read enough of the damned things), or something else. Not sure what, on the latter.
If nothing else, I'll have practice.
Hrm. I think I'll go sit in front of J&W and edit last year's novel.