This thread has gotten way too quiet...
Psst. Like my American? Gotten.
...so here's something to cheer you all up.
I second that! Way too quiet in here!
Let's discuss something; how are all of your WIPs coming along?
I think the rejections are getting to me a bit...
Oo! Lovely cake!
Great question, WordCount. I'm struggling with mine. More struggling to write than with the WIP, if that makes sense. I haven't been motivated for a while now. I think the rejections are getting to me a bit...
How's your WIP, Word?
Outline done on new WIP as I get ready to send out queries on the old one. I'm supposed to distract myself during the waiting, right?
Gail, can I have your left over 'u's?
Gail, I would like the recipe for that cake. Oh, who am I kidding? Please mail the cake to me. I'll share. I swear.
And here I was going to share some with you...:uts on stern face:: Your imaginary friend does not count.
And here I was going to share some with you...
You know it's weird, but soon as I post on here that I have trouble, I get an idea for my WIP. So I think I will try again because I think I've sussed it this time. But I still need a decent partner for my MC. Very glad I bought my special notebooks because they're all scribbled over now!
I imagined my detective's partner as Danny Devito and described him as: "four foot, seven inches, with a gut folding boldly over his waistline."
Ah, sidekicks. That's where I get my kicks.
Awesome, Zelenka.I get to put all my cool scenes out on the lunar surface back in again, and all the research I did on pathology of victims of space accidents!
I figured the one I had thought was the scientist / advisor is actually the sidekick / forensics guy instead, so my sidekick is now a long-haired 1980s fanatic that dresses like Adam Ant and fronts a 'New New Romantic' band in his spare time (the story's set in 2069).
I've actually gone back to my original idea for this story, that I had wayyyy back, and so it's now set on the moon again, and the MC has changed nationality, and there's a whole new murder and different suspects, but I get to put all my cool scenes out on the lunar surface back in again, and all the research I did on pathology of victims of space accidents!
Sounds lovely maccardey -- I also walk through vineyards out here in the Cape and the olive trees in my garden have fat blackening olives.
Read a good LRB article on how Angela Carter could drive narrative through all kinds of mythological prisms and push it to extremes. I need to tackle my wild tokolosh story with more courage.