Sunday, December 12, 2004

Sunday, December 12, 2004
Waxing Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Mercury Retrograde
Sunny and cold

Finally! After a few weeks of truly struggling with The Widow’s Chamber, I had a breakthrough last night and, hopefully, can write the chapters I need in order to catch up over the next few days concurrent with Cutthroat Charlotte.

I wrote myself into a corner in one issue, so I’m leaving it there for a bit while I write the next few issues, then coming back to it and cleaning it up. I’m absolutely shocked by Colin Ferguson’s fate. I didn’t see that coming at all. Matthew Darby is pleased, because it puts him more in the spotlight, but I’ve warned him not to push his luck. Darby is behaving like one of those actors in a TV series who becomes popular and then makes unreasonable demands. I realize that unreasonable is completely in the eyes of the beholder, and the way Hollywood works, once an actor has an ounce of clout he has to cash in or he loses it . . .but that’s a different argument and rather irrelevant. There are plenty of times when the performers are justified in their demands, and, ultimately, no one on the outside of any given situation can know all the different levels on which the tension happens.

Anyway, I’m chomping at the bit to get back to Widow’s Chamber and follow through on this story line which helps get them to New Orleans and ratchets up the stakes once they’re there even higher. Poor Daniel’s been thrust into the background since they got on the packet, and he needs to come forward again. And Nora’s been watching, listening, gathering information. It’s time for her to get more active.

Okay, ready, set WRITE!

On top of that, I’ve completed an outline for a new project that I’m crazy, CRAZY about, but will take me a long time to see through to fruition. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever done before and I’m pushing my comfort zone far beyond the limits, which is why I want to do it. The characters are strong and are turning clichés and archetypes inside out. The working title is Ransagh, which is a Manx term. And no, I’m not going to tell you what it means – yet! :)

Off to write – finally, it looks like I might have a good writing day. Because yesterday, I was a waste of food all day and it was very, very frustrating.



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