There is no post today because of very many reasons, none that is because of this wintry weather. There is no post because my third book took me away from writing anything much last week. I’m trying to tie it in a red ribbon, so I have put most things aside and hunkered down to get it as close to the end (which I don’t know) as possible.
Over the last week I’ve written some beautiful paragraphs but also some truly terrible ones. Ironically it’s the terrible paragraphs that I can’t get over. It’s like how a mother loves the most errant of her children, how she fights for them and offers them grace and never ever gives up on them. It’s daunting, of course and it sucks your marrow. But it’s also greatly satisfying. To wonder what the hell you are going to do with this main character. Do you maim him, do you take away his soul, do you bring loathing to him. Do you kill him?
So my head is buried there, in the final pages of this third book. I’m not coming out to breath. So bare with me this week.
Keep warm and happy holidays tomorrow. I hope you all get bored out of your minds or have monumental hangovers, seeing as some of us will be in the trenches.
Until next week, Gang.